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I Thought Once I Got Back to Jamaica, Someone Would Just Point Me to My Grandmother’s Grave

I thought once I got back to Jamaica, I’d just ask around and someone would point me to my grandmother’s grave. That was incredibly naïve. As it turns out, finding a burial site and tracing family land are two completely different challenges. Over the past few weeks, I’ve been learning that genealogy isn’t just about collecting old records. It’s about figuring out who knows what, who keeps the…

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My Mother Says She Doesn’t Remember Where My Grandmother Is Buried

A while ago, my brother asked my mother a simple question. “Where is Grandma buried?” Her answer stunned both of us. “I don’t remember.” I wish I could tell you there was more to the conversation. There wasn’t. Somehow, the location of our grandmother’s grave had become something no one in the family seemed able to tell us. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. How does someone forget where…

My Mother Says She Doesn’t Remember Where My Grandmother Is Buried

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I Found My Grandmother’s House Without an Address

When I boarded the plane to Jamaica, I thought I knew exactly what this trip was about.I was going back to the island I had left just before my twelfth birthday. I wanted to show my adult daughter where I came from. I wanted to eat fruit that actually tasted like fruit again. I wanted to walk through places that had lived in my memory for almost forty years.What I didn’t expect was to come home…

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Returning to Jamaica After 37 Years: Why I Felt Like a Tourist in My Own Country

Yesterday, I landed in Jamaica for the first time since I left as a twelve-year-old girl.This morning, sitting in my hotel room at seven o’clock, I realized something that surprised me.I feel like a tourist.Not because I’m staying in a hotel or because I have an itinerary. I feel like a tourist because I don’t know how to exist here anymore.I’ve lived more years in the United States than I ever…

Returning to Jamaica After 37 Years: Why I Felt Like a Tourist in My Own Country

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No Surprises at Baggage Claim

I once spent $300 on a plane ticket to Michigan to fact-check a man. This was before video chat, before Snapchat, before FaceTime, and before people could casually send you ten photos a day proving they were who they said they were. We met on a modeling website. He owned a photography studio and had photographed some beautiful work. His style wasn’t really my style, but he had done a…

No Surprises at Baggage Claim

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The Barrel of Dresses

The Barrel of Dresses: My Grandmother’s Last Gift Before I Left Jamaica

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My Memory of Jamaica Is Frozen in 1989

My Memory of Jamaica Is Frozen in 1989

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I Didn’t Think the C5 Applied to Me

I Didn’t Think the C5 Applied to Me

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I Strategized Before I Grieved

I used to think compartmentalization only existed in my childhood.Turns out, it followed me into adulthood too.Years ago, I dated someone long enough to know his patterns. By the time the relationship started unraveling, I could feel it before he ever said it out loud. Some people need proof. I didn’t. I could sense distance before distance officially arrived. The shift in tone. The energy. The…

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The Doll Called Struggle-Lee

The Doll Called Struggle-Lee

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My Father Showed Me the Divorce Papers

My Father Showed Me the Divorce Papers

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Nobody Wants to Tell Me Anything Anymore

Nobody Wants to Tell Me Anything Anymore

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The Man With Fifty Bottles of Vanilla Extract

The Man With Fifty Bottles of Vanilla Extract

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Whatever the Prime Minister Ate, We Ate

Growing up in Tucker Bottom, Montego Bay, I wasn’t allowed to play with most of the children in my neighborhood. Some were off limits becaus