D-WORDSLAYER

Prelude… I was eighteen when I had my first son. I did not know what it felt like to love someone unconditionally until I met him as he grew in my womb. He was born on November, 22nd 1987, the most beautiful baby boy the earth had ever seen.    I had a toothache and it was after ten at night. There were no pharmacies open in those days, so my boyfriend decided to take us to his family home for medication. The house was quiet when we arrived, and it was after 12am. I went immediately to the bathroom for medication leaving my son and his dad on the sofa, their backs were facing the sliding doors which I heard close, as I hurried to get some toothx lotion. As I made my way after a few minutes to the front, I saw someone with a kerchief covering half of a face, and movement outside the door. Before I could respond, thinking maybe his brother was playing a joke, three men stormed in. The look on my face caused by boyfriend to hold onto our son and all the...

A Child's Hair... The ideas for a writer can come from anything. Social issues are always inspirational for me. While some topics can be sensational and controversial, the need to express an opinion can unearth suppressed emotional baggage. Growing up I had a thick mane of long hair. It grew and grew and never seemed to stop. Living in the Caribbean meant it was quite hot and uncomfortable many times when my hair was open. The texture of my hair was soft , wavy and wild. The other children would laugh at me when they tried to plait it because there were no 'ends', and thus would not stay fixed without a rubber-band. It unraveled on its own, thus I was in the minority of girls at school with challenges in braided styles. The News... As I read an article about a school in the Bahamas suspending a girl from school because her hair was not chemically 'relaxed' to appear straight and tame, the child in me appeared. This can be socially controversial, as confor...

The message I did not realize how special today is until I saw a beautiful Whats App message with its proclamation! For everyone celebrating being a woman and those who appreciate the women in their lives, I'm sharing  - The Total of a Woman . You may have seen it before, but today, it's meaning is extra special! Orchids Orchids have fascinated me for many years. They have a unique quality and scent which seems very feminine and sultry.  These flowers are beautiful, strong and colorful, like us women. They need some water but can go for a long period without, always sharing their beauty before they come to an end. They are resilient, long lasting, exotic, and complex with an aura of fragility. They are orchids...just like you and me or the women you know. The Total of a Woman Thank you my friends for engaging, sharing, commenting or simply viewing the flowers above.  Here I am,  D-Wordslayer. Simply blooming differently! You can also ...

Reflecting female thoughts I'm quite fond of our male species - I have to be, having borne two wonderful sons and my daughter. Life happens and if you are privileged to be around children growing up, you learn a lot about yourself. I grew up in a home filled with females  and had ideas from relatives, family, and friends about the male humans.However, until my sons were birthed, its safe to say, I knew nothing about males. In getting to know and understand my sons , I learnt about me, and my value to them in their male haven. They think differently, and they should because they are wired differently. They are smart, protective, honorable and exasperating ( introducing me to Steve Harvey's Act Like a Lady think like a man!). They always had both parents- just separately for quite some time. We are parents first, single/ married second, and that's my philosophy, once children are involved! Like most women, I experience challenges  with how I see myself,my family -t...