On the day when two pink lines stared up at me, I wondered which set of events I had set in motion. A baby? Or not a baby?
I feel what I feel, and I cry in the shower with a beer, but the week before I turned thirty, I felt nothing.
Many of us subconsciously believe there is only so much good allotted to us—so, when something good happens, watch out.
Patois was our secret, allowing us to be in the English world and then escape to Jamaica through language.
This is where, for me, motherhood divided into ‘Before’ and ‘After.’