I have been trolling the online news reports, alternating between Huffingtonpost, CNN, MSNBC, and facebook, to stay abreast about Haiti. And I feel helpless. I am here, in my warm bedroom, having just showered and put on fresh pajamas, sipping an herbal tea, and all I can do is pray and text donations. I.am.so.immensely.blessed. The hours have turned into days and the anguish is still fresh. It has been almost two centuries since my foremother was kidnapped from her native Dominican Republic and my forefathers fled Saint Domingue (Haiti) during the revolution. Yet, my heart is in Hispaniola. It is my identity, if not for there, New Orleans and St. Louis never would have happened. So yes, in response to my friends, it does bother me that this earthquake happened there. To a people already punished by the western powers for daring to standing up to French tyranny and mulatto indifference to become a nation of freed slaves - by force. They realized i...
life, really, and a latte by Tayé Foster Bradshaw