Cooking for Mount Cinnamon
I was born in the road. My mom was hurrying to go to the hospital and she didn’t reach, so I was born in the road. I was born in 1971. My...
Come Down to Grenada & Carriacou
There’s much more to Grenada than sea, sand and sun, though there’s a plenty of that: it would be hard to beat Grenada’s powder-white...
Give Me A Boat
Under the straw hat’s ragged brim the grin was wide and warm. A strong steady hand reached up to grab mine as I stepped uncertainly...
Riding the Bus in Grenada (a Poem) | Last Word
Riding a Grenadian bus is like a spiritual experience. Not because it puts you closer to the hereafter, and not because you find yourself...
Postcard From Grenada
Dear Jackie, They say Grenada is the “original Caribbean”. You can see why. The place oozes history. St George’s, the...
The Grenada Travel Cop | Last Word
In Grenada, all visitors know the handsomely-uniformed policemen who direct traffic through the narrow streets and crowded intersections of...
Carnival in Grenada
The Dimanche Gras calypso contest the previous evening had kept us out late, and we were sleeping soundly in the cool, pre-dawn darkness...
Easy in the Islands
The Grenadines shine like jewels in the ocean, a sparkling necklace strung between Grenada in the south and St Vincent in the north....
