Farewell, My Darling Loves. Sticky and sleepy, I waved the keycard in front of the suite and told myself to inhale as I entered the room. A giant tub and standing shower to my left, adorned with a white, plush robe, waiting for me to take off my New York. And put on my Mexico. I smiled at the thought and took a few steps to the living and sleeping area that was definitely not a one-size-fits-all but more of a too-big-for-one. Imagining what my life in New York.

Jamaican Americans for a Better Jamaica. 45 things a girl thinks when a guy does not text her back! September 10, 2015.

Dating and writing about it were knocked for six by a combination of a Tube strike and me suddenly becoming very ill. This week, I was in a hospital bed for the first time since birth. This week, I became a big fan of the intravenous drip. Her dubious smooching skills aside, I like her a lot. We have a ridiculous amount.

Life, or Something Like It. Once upon a time, I wrote about the difficulties of purpose.