|in rene's garden...|
First of all, I'm on my way to Rhode Island to write at the very first Rhode Island Writer's Colony, spearheaded by Brook Stephens of Clever Agency. Together with the fabulous Jason Reynolds, this will the kick-off event of this writing colony.
Okay, maybe I'll cover more than 2 days.
|kai back in the day.|
|Mom & Reggie holding it down together in Brooklyn |
for 17 years!
Mom has actually been in New York 44 years now!
We take the train back to Brooklyn. The movement of the train lulls me into a state of time-travel : it is as though I'd never left.
In the taxi from Jay Street Borough hall, we begin to talk to the taxi driver. We exchange backgrounds. His family hails from Pakistan, but like me, he was born in Brooklyn.
Lately, I've been thinking about the concept of immigrant vs. expat. My parents were immigrants from Trinidad and Tobago. I am an expat living in Copenhagen from Brooklyn/Trinidad. Human journeys can be complex.
|ed bradly, marie & cronchite|
I have always loved the decor of Marie's house. It is chock-full of reminders in LOVE - whether it be the pictures of friends, colleagues and family that are proudly displayed around the walls and bookcases, hundreds, maybe thousands of books that include classics, first prints, and all the books Marie has had a hand in birthing into this world, the African art, knick-knacks from world travel and adventures. This house is a universe of culture, love for who we are, who we have been and who we will be as a people, of really exercising what Marie always reminds all of us is the secret to our continuation: Reciprocity.
|muki, marie's daughter, |
having her own party with the official party's starters
before the event. i love this photo.
Marie and I catch up a bit before I head to Port Authority to take the bus to Kingston, NY. I'm to meet my friend Rene - business woman extraordinaire-now-turned-bush-woman. Rene has escaped to the woods - okay, not quite, yet. But she's found herself a home in Upstate New York, with the woods right behind her, creaks going through her backyard and guniea hens hanging out on her property.
We were supposed to take off on our road trip to Rhode Island yesterday, but alas! Car trouble! But, I'm taking it all in stride...I'll get there and history will happen. I am so looking forward to sharing this space for creatives such as myself - and to have a stretch of uninterrupted time to do the touches on my work that must be done.
|the river right down the road from rene's|
A special thanks to my mother, Beryl Brown Balbirsingh, brother, Gerard Balbirsingh, Rayner Ramirez, Brook Stephenson, Rene Hendricks & Marie D. Brown.