A screen, cold and electronic, stood as a symbolic barrier between my niece and me. The physical distance was dwarfed by the vast expanse of cultural separation, for she now called the United States of America her home. It’s been two years since she moved there, and already her linguistic cadence mirrors that of American-born…

Prompt:: It’s a new day and a blank slate! I remember when I wore a skirt which had a hole from an iron burn to school one Friday morning. It was Physical Education Day and I wore my white skirt to school, which my mother had ironed for me in the morning. Unbeknownst to me,…

Prompt: Memory only matters for the future. As time goes on, we lose ourselves in the tick of the clock. Forever lost in the haunting chimes, we are swept away even further by the hands of our mortality. That has been the way of the world since it began. People come and go and as…

Setting is more than a place, it’s sensory. I remember the winding red dirt roads before there were highways. Our little green car was always sandwiched between the mountain edges and tall bamboo. When we swung around corners I wondered if bamboo was strong enough to catch a car if it fell. I turned my…

Prompt: Setting is more than a place, it’s sensory. In Kindergarten, there was a lion that was being kept in the dungeon under the dancing studio. Well, that is what we all believed. My teacher would take all the naughty students to visit the lion if they misbehaved. Well, I feared that room and I…

/ˌmedəˈmôrfəsəs/a change of the form or nature of a thing or person into a completely different one. Artists often speak about going on ‘creative fasts’ when they’ve encountered a block in their creativity. Musicians completely stop listening to music for weeks to months on end, to essentially purge their minds of the memories of melodies.…

Ethnically, I am half Creole and half East Indian. Culturally, I am Creole. As I’ve mentioned before in previous posts, Creole in Belize refers to people who are descendants of enslaved Africans and the European enslavers. My maternal grandmother was a proud Creole woman who kept her culture alive through cooking Creole cuisine and speaking…

Javeir Henry | Prompt #7 At times, it’s better to let go of certain experiences. Why? Simply because it becomes a wearisome task to bear the weight of traumas on our shoulders. Carrying such burdens tends to grow tiresome over time, evolving into a cumbersome load that we would be better off without. F-OR MANY…

In our culture, the ability to remember things is frequently praised as the peak of cognitive ability. From a young age, we learn the importance of cherishing our memories and to carefully nurture them. Nevertheless, I would like to challenge this conventional knowledge and contend that, as my grandfather and grandaunt have shown, forgetfulness can…