Therapy teaches us that healing begins the moment we admit the wound is real. So it is mind-bending to watch entire nations — across continents, alliances, and ideological divides — participate in a global performance of denial. In the language of narcotics, this is classic enabling: the problem grows, the behavior
Thanksgiving arrived with a welcome softness a quiet space that let me step back from the noise, breathe, and exist briefly outside the churn of geopolitics, rumors, maritime surveillance, and diplomatic doublespeak. But a pause doesn’t disconnect you from reality; it sharpens your clarity. And when I looked again at
May 11, 2017 Cuba Before the Crowds: A Journey Through Time and Hospitality Originally published May 11, 2017 • Refreshed layout and restored long-form narrative Havana, Before the Tide I went to Havana to feel it before the rush—on a budget, moving slowly, and trusting the kindness of strangers. I
A hemispheric divide defined by two women, two nations, and one superpower. PREAMBLE — LEADERSHIP IN THE SHADOW OF AMERICAN POWER How do we truly perceive leadership when the world’s most powerful nation is exerting pressure across our hemisphere? And what does it reveal about the character of leaders who
In Trinidad and Tobago, we have an old saying: “What is joke for school chile, is death for crapaud.” It comes from a cruel little game children once played pelting a frog with sticks and stones, laughing as though it were fun, never grasping the torment they were inflicting. The frog
There are moments in American politics when something shifts not loudly, not with pomp and ceremony, but with a quiet, unmistakable current. A sort of atmospheric change. And in a time where the nation feels squeezed between institutional strain, geopolitical tension, and billionaire influence, the unexpected arrival of new voices
That Begins the Story How did I arrive here, I wonder. Because the flux in the political atmosphere is overwhelmingly tormenting — that black hole of emotion, the kind that pulls the body, mind, and spirit into exhaustion. The scenarios keep circling, repeating, unraveling — until the regime that punctured
et me be candid for a moment. Some of you may have noticed that my posts have been more politically charged lately. Yet those who truly know me also know that my world is filled with laughter, color, music, and movement a gallery of human connection from every corner of
There’s a gaping crack in the dome of our democracy. And we’ve been given no choice but to cover it with temporary band-aids, with no forecast of a permanent fix. We were on the verge of losing the very air we breathe. Because when a government shuts down, it isn’t
There’s a strange kind of mirror hidden in the folds of America’s story. One side shows the Whittaker family of West Virginia — a clan whose generations of intermarriage became a global spectacle. Cameras came, the world gawked, and yet the real lesson was never about their faces or their fate. It
Written By Grace C. Walker