I don’t know about you, but I have a serious fear of being homeless. Not homeless like crashing on your cousin’s couch homeless. I’m talking, living on the streets, taking shelter through a rat-infested alley and eating out of a garbage can homeless. That fear has fueled my drive to not only ...
Trading Happiness For Approval
I don’t need anyone’s approval. Except my mother’s. I wish I didn’t, but on some level, I do. I’ve never looked to anyone for validation. If they didn’t believe I was talented, I didn’t care. If they didn’t think I was beautiful, it didn’t shake me. If they thought I wasn’t nice, it didn’t ...
To Beat Or Not To Beat?
To beat or not to beat? That is the question. Except for many Bahamians, it’s not so much a question as it is an expectation that an unruly child will be physically dealt with. For the religious, it’s what the Bible requires. We’re warned that if you spare the rod, you spoil the child, and we ...
Then All Of A Sudden, God And I Got Close
I talk to God. A lot. I fight with Him, cry to Him, crack jokes with Him and ask Him a lot of questions. I can tell when He’s disappointed in me, proud of me, is disciplining me and wants me to draw nearer to him. This relationship didn’t happen overnight. Growing up, I hated church. ...
The Godmother: An Offer I Can Refuse
There’s a scene in Francis Ford Coppolla’s film, The Godfather that produces what many consider to be one of the best-known lines in film history. In the scene, Don Vito Corleone, played ruthlessly by Marlon Brando, is approached by his godson, Johnny Fontane, who asks for help boosting his ...