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Waves of Change

For so many mothers in Bermuda, Port Royal Cove in Southampton forever evokes halcyon days spent with their small children building castles on the sand or bobbing in the shallow water. It certainly does for me. When our son was little, during the early 1980s, we would arrive daily on Horseshoe Bay armed with umbrellas, buckets and spades and after trudging our way up the narrow, sandy cliff path west of Horseshoe, Doug would run ahead, down to the hidden…


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The Cultural Root of Cassava

When people talk cassava pie, you know Christmas is coming. I listen to the talk but have to confess that during the whole time I have lived in Bermuda I've never tried my hand at making it. The whole process…


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Pondering Petunias

I will always be grateful to petunias for getting me back to a pursuit I had followed as a child: gardening. I’m grateful as well to a friend and former teaching colleague who in the mid-’80s gave me the six-pack…


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Signs of Autumn

Now that the fall is once again upon us, I can’t help thinking poetry. Lines from two Caribbean poems come to mind. Jamaican poet H.D. Carberry begins his “Nature” with: “We have neither summer nor winter/neither autumn nor spring.” Valerie…


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Year of the Bird

We’re already at the midpoint of the year, with the summer about to wreak its full heat on us and then the fall to bring us migratory birds, both expected and accidental. We never know quite what will arrive because…

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A Rose by Any Other Name…

When I left the UK and had my first Christmas in Bermuda, I knew I had to adjust my thinking. Where decorations were concerned, it could no longer be simply a matter of the holly and the ivy. That said,…