Mother’s Day Flowers!

Though my boys brought me flowers and gifts, the best gift of all was having them all there together yesterday. The ‘wayward one’, who works for Google and lives on the west coast, made the  four day trip just to be here with all of us.


Love you guys. Here are some pics of all the Moms’ Day Flowers from family and friends.







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Have a wonderful day after Mother’s Day!


Christmas Trees

Recently the dh and I spent a few days at the Sonesta Resort in Hilton Head. The lobby was decorated with hundreds of Christmas Trees all made by a local primary school and all to be auctioned off for charity. The creativity and talent on display astounded me. I can think of no better way to celebrate the season than by putting the dozens of pictures and videos I couldn’t help but take every day.

Merry Christmas to One and All!

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Going Back Home

Trinidad - vew from 17 072813Home. The word has so many different meanings for so many people. It’s challenging if you’ve lived in more than one place and downright confusing if you’re an immigrant, like me. Though my mother gave birth to me in Georgetown, Guyana, we moved to Trinidad when I was five, and I spent most of my formative years in that country. At sixteen and a half, I headed off the college to the University of Guelph in Canada. There, I met and married my Dutch-born husband. We lived in various parts of Canada for over seven years before moving to Trinidad.

My kids were born in Trinidad and Tobago and we spent fourteen incredible years there before, once again, changing countries. To date, we’ve lived in Florida for thirteen years. As I write this blog, I am back home.So where is home? I’ve come to believe it’s where your parents lived during your formative years. I am blessed to have my mother with me still, but I wonder if Trinidad will still be home when the inevitable happens.

My three boys are divided on the subject. They spent every summer while we were in Florida in Trinidad. They have friends here as do we, yet, for them home is Florida. And as for my poor hubby, he calls both Canada and Trinidad home. Truth be told, he’s way more Trinidadian than I’ll ever be. He took to Trini like a duck to water.

I haven’t been back to Trinidad in ten years and the changes are incredible. The country is not the one I remember and I feel like a stranger. So, have I come home? Or is that definition changing?

Where’s your home?




P.S. The pic is of the view from my mom’s home and the house where I lived in my early