Originally written January 15, 2013 – restored September 2025 Rambling somewhere in the echo chambers of my head is a maelstrom of thought responses on how the Internet gives me a voice. Before I became an indulgent convert to the realm of internet technology its profuse envelopment of all my
I am but a voice in the wind. I’m not even sure more than a handful of people read these notes I leave behind, but I write them anyway because silence is the easier lie. I am a Caribbean-born American citizen, arrived here in 1973. I have been the government
We the People say: Stop the war with Venezuela. Reaffirm the Caribbean as a Zone of Peace. Humanity first not bombs, not bravado. Filed under: Peace • Caribbean • Civic Duty If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and talks like a duck… when do we admit
Opening Reflection Dammit!!There comes a time when silence feels like betrayal and laughter turns to disbelief. The last thread of common sense is unraveling in public view a $300-million ballroom carved into the East Wing while federal workers wait for paychecks that politics has taken hostage. And now, with one
There is a fine line between truth and its staging. We live in an era where newsrooms, influencers, and digital oracles perform as rival choirs, each singing its own hymn of righteousness. Depending on where we listen, we are either saved or condemned by our political preferences. And so, when
Grace Notes in Context an editorial of gratitude and resolveAgainst the noise, the doers keep the Republic breathing. There are days when the air itself feels thick with indignation when maudlin speeches, despotic threats, and unwelcome agendas flood our screens, and every headline seems to whisper: beware. I’ve fumed, yes. I’ve
We experience life in moments. When we recall a moment that stirs our sensitivity emotional, circumstantial, or even accidental we are forced to belly the thoughts that surface. For me, they rarely stay buried. They rise again, regurgitated through the rhetoric of my words on paper. The Chat Leaks instigated
I didn’t just write this because I could. Anyone can copy and paste when the right words start circulating. I wrote this because we our WhatsApp threads, our wise friends, our small communities of curious minds are the voices of disruption and clarification. A colleague I deeply respect sent me the
There are moments in history when the air itself feels heavy with meaning when every headline, every court filing, every televised word seems to echo the same unspoken truth: we are being tested. Since inauguration day, we have been holding our breath. The noise has turned to thunder lawsuits choking
Some days feel like a long purgatory. I find myself carrying the weight of headlines like extra baggage drained, conflicted, and quietly asking: how long must this last? It is as if we are eavesdropping on the great ledger of government, watching the costs rise, yet never seeing them fully
Written By Grace C. Walker