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It’s that time of the year again—no, no, no, not this Thanksgiving, which we have not yet managed to appropriate as our own fete day! What is there to be thankful for in this besotted island where the health care is poor and the educational system is based on a system of producing clones of imagined white British colonial children who can recite from...

Having no court clothes at the moment—my one good suit is in the wash—I hesitate to weigh in on the international gender justice crisis surrounding US comedian Bill Cosby. But it’s been difficult to avoid hearing about it. 

Hinduism is oft times described as the world’s oldest “living” religion.

Here’s a brainteaser for you: Name the only sea that does not border land. It is the Sargasso Sea. In your mind—you will not find it named on any maps—draw a line from Miami southeast to Puerto Rico, then north to Bermuda, and back southwest to Miami.

This month marks a major milestone in my life. It is the first anniversary of the publication of Wishing for Wings, but it’s also the tenth anniversary of the publication of Legend of the St Ann’s Flood. 

“You have to be first in class with a name like Best,” her best friend told her when she enrolled in YTEPP’s first Precious Metal Design course in 2012. “Apply yourself!” 

I went to the spa the other day for a simple “mani and pedi” and got seriously felt up instead. From the top of my head to the tips of my toes, I had hands all over me. If I weren’t paying for the experience, I could have mistaken the heady whoo-hooo feeling for love.

I’m on my way out of this Sunday slot, so I’ve got a couple of rounds left to alert some of my most unexpected readers (people who accost me in the grocery or car park) that these ruminations of a Creole Jew can be found from next month, in the Thursday edition.

In political theories of social change like Marxism, understanding who the “lumpen” are and how cultures of dependency define them, provides one answer for why fundamental social change is so hard to achieve.

Mary King

For Caribbean business, telecoms is the biggest missed opportunity since independence. Irish-owned Digicel started operations in Jamaica in 2001. It pulled a trick most Caribbean companies only talk about.