three kinds of sunshine   

Remember when you were a child and summer was about turning on the sprinkler and running around the garden with nothing on?Remember the way the soggy grass squeaked under your feet and how wonderful it felt dashingfrom the warmth of the sun into the shade of the trees?...

There's something about living away from home that, for me, presentsa constant search for myplace, the little piece in the giant puzzle where Ifit in. I'm not just talking about the role that I play. Although it's no doubt true that working or volunteering can give you...

A few months ago I sat in a church hall just outside Bridgetown. My nine year old daughter was taking part in the Barbados National Primary Schools Speech contest and had spent quite a bit of time preparing a speech on the subject of Cricket (the subjects were randomly...