Life Ways
My Uncle has a thick band of periwinkle blue embedded between two encircling rounds of brown within his irises. Like the wonder of blue phosphorescence against the pitch black of ocean - it is all that you can see and all that seems to matter. This wonder is...
Those You Touch, You Change
© 2010 Sandra Jean-Pierre ...but who will change me? The hurricane candle we used this time last week to light our way in the electricity-less cold darkness is sitting on top of my desk. It is blue, the candle, and sloppy wax has dribbled on to the outside. I dunno...
Mopping
© 2010 Sandra Jean-Pierre I've been mopping the floors of my home for fourteen years. I generally start at the front of the house, at the threshold of the front door and work my way back to the Florida Room. The breadth of my mopping exploits can stretch from my...
Mission Impossible
© 2010 Sandra Jean-Pierre Even at the age of five, I was not to be out done. I remember my disappointment, when upon waking in the mornings and I'd find not only my Aunt gone but my Older brother AND my Mother too. I'd quickly scramble out of the twin bed, unafraid of...
Dead People’s Language
© 2009 Sandra Jean-Pierre There is a language that dead people speak. It sounds like Portuguese, Swahili, Farsi, mixed sometimes with Hebrew, French and Czech. If I listen closely I can detect a bit of Spanish, blended in with Tagalog and Hopi. I can only imagine it...
In Miami
© 2009 Sandra Jean-Pierre There is a place in Miami where you can get American Processed Cheese Food for pennies per pre-wrapped slice. Imagine my surprise and gratitude the day I discovered this. Surprise as Abuelo casually shuffled the tepidly chilled slices in the...
Chain Smoking Cookie Fiend
© 2008 Sandra Jean-Pierre I began smoking when I was 8. My step-father was actually the only known smoker in the apartment and when he didn't have an ash tray handy, he would have me bring the cigarette ends to the bathroom and tell me to put them in the toilet and...