The first roti dough makes it onto the tawa. The aroma fills the air. “Can we have some now?” I ask with the sweet and gentle voice of a little girl. “Danii, it’s not even done yet!” my husband exclaims. It begins. I am annoying him as my patience thins…

He’s burning up from the the work out and needs to undress. He requests my help and I get excited to be close to his warm body surging from working the dough. But he moves quickly and I miss my over the clothes action opportunity. It’s tawa prep time. While…

“Where is the dough babe?” I am curious to take a photo of the bright yellow dough he’d just mixed up. “It’s there resting.” Kevin points the pile behind my laptop covered with a wet cotton rag. I snap an image but it unappealing. Sometimes the journey to great tasting…

Cooking with Kevin can be a loving experience or a stressful one. It all depends on my role. When I take the backseat, offer a hand when requested and don’t question his process, we’re all good. I know I am in for a tasting experience to live for. Today is…

What is life now that a politi-crafted bio-chemical war is over, near-over, hopeful to be over. 9/11 the event named after what took place on September Eleventh 2001 never ended. TSA still has rights to search my body limb to limb and strip me down leaving me negatively amended. Humanity…

It’s 2022 Ya’ll Today is January 1st 2022. Its a new year. Yes, Auld acquaintance should be forgot and never brought to mind. The flames of love have extinguished ot, and fully past and gone. Hearts have grown cold, The past no longer has hold. There is no need to reflect on auld…

There are superhero action figures sunbathing on the island. My husband is properly dressed in a #1 Dad turmeric golden teeshirt. The air begins to smell of fresh cut produce. …

I want to write better. I want to write more. I want to write to fund my life, feeding my kids and our adventures. To write for the goal of earning a living I am told I must write more and write better. Writing it not a task I am…

“Today could be his last”?, is a truth I told myself since I was 19 years old. I first felt the sting of my father’s potential death when I embarked on a journey around the world in 104 days. …