Always looking for good light…
I remembered a time when I would jump on my ten speed bike and ride through Belmont. My grandmother bought me one here in the US and I took it back home to Trinidad. I vaguely remember my father having to wait for what seemed like an eternity to have …
There was a time I would write almost everyday about almost anything. I slept with a notebook at my bedside for those moments in the wee hours of the morning when inspiration hits. A line or two would wake me up and I soon understood that not writing it down …
