Com­e­dy has al­ways been Cindy-Ann Bois­son’s safe space. Mil­len­ni­als may recog­nise her as the woman be­hind the icon­ic lo­cal Pow­er­mint ad where she fa­mous­ly said, “Af­ter a din­ner of bake and smoke her­ring I suck two pow­er­mints in prepa­ra­tion for oth­er things with my male com­pan­ion.” And if there was ever a time that it came in handy for the now 54-year-old, it was in Sep­tem­ber 2025, when she was di­ag­nosed with breast can­cer.

His lov­ing car­er-grand­daugh­ter, An­jali Bharath said, “He’s my sweet grand­fa­ther. He has a sweet tooth, but he doesn’t have di­a­betes. He starts his day with cof­fee which he likes creamy; sweet­ened with con­densed milk, has a hearty break­fast – at times, a full Eng­lish break­fast – and he’s healthy, fun-lov­ing, en­ter­pris­ing and kind.”

One out­stand­ing so­cial work­er, re­former and heal­er of T&T was Doon Pan­dit. Who was this cit­i­zen who made a pos­i­tive im­pact on the lives of hun­dreds of peo­ple?

Ca­lyp­so tells sto­ries, cel­e­brates, teas­es, ar­gues and re­mem­bers. Few mod­ern per­form­ers have shown that range more vivid­ly than David Rud­der.

For some, the mere thought of can­cer is enough to send them run­ning. They may ig­nore the warn­ing signs, brush aside their sus­pi­cions and hope it all dis­ap­pears. But for Claudette Stew­art, con­fronting the pos­si­bil­i­ty head-on, lis­ten­ing to her body and hold­ing fast to un­wa­ver­ing faith are the very ac­tions that car­ried her through her jour­ney.

It was ex­act­ly as the web­site de­scribed it—a well-kept, rus­tic lit­tle cab­in sur­round­ed by lush green­ery, alive with the sounds of birds, in­sects and fur­ry crea­tures go­ing about their day. The late-af­ter­noon sun sprin­kled lazy spots of light through the leaves of the trees, ig­nor­ing the scowls of a few near­by clouds.

Healthy eat­ing is of­ten as­so­ci­at­ed with ex­pen­sive in­gre­di­ents, spe­cial­i­ty prod­ucts and com­pli­cat­ed meal plans. Eat­ing well does not have to strain the house­hold bud­get. The truth is that these tips should help you bet­ter ap­proach a gro­cery shop­ping ex­pe­ri­ence to pre­pare nu­tri­tious, sat­is­fy­ing meals while spend­ing less.

The term cer­vi­cal in­suf­fi­cien­cy, for­mer­ly called “cer­vi­cal in­com­pe­tence,” de­scribes a sit­u­a­tion in which the cervix—the low­er part of the uterus—short­ens and opens pre­ma­ture­ly dur­ing preg­nan­cy, of­ten with­out con­trac­tions or sig­nif­i­cant pain. This can re­sult in a sec­ond-trimester mis­car­riage or very ear­ly preterm birth.

As the world marked World Men­tal Health Day on Sat­ur­day, writer Car­ol Quash took us on an un­ex­pect­ed jour­ney to a cat café, where the com­fort and com­pan­ion­ship of cats are help­ing to cre­ate a safe and wel­com­ing space for peo­ple deal­ing with men­tal health chal­lenges. It is a place where fur­ry friends, con­ver­sa­tion and com­pas­sion come to­geth­er to make a dif­fer­ence.

hen I was nine years old, my fam­i­ly lived in rur­al Blan­chisseuse, along Trinidad’s North Coast. Our house­hold con­sist­ed of my par­ents, my sis­ter, my grand­moth­er and me. At the time, my fa­ther made bar­be­cue coals, a la­bo­ri­ous process that in­volved dig­ging a large pit, burn­ing pieces of wood in­side it for sev­er­al days, and even­tu­al­ly go­ing out­side to ex­tin­guish the fire and col­lect the coal.

If there were a best dressed list com­piled for the re­cent­ly-held Caribbean Mu­sic Awards, Ter­ri Lyons would no doubt be on it. Her cus­tom gown caught in­stant at­ten­tion on the red car­pet at the Na­tion­al Acad­e­my for the Per­form­ing Arts on Sep­tem­ber 19, where the event was staged on lo­cal soil for the first time.

“He was more than a mu­si­cal col­lab­o­ra­tor. He was like a broth­er to me. He was like a fa­ther to me. He was a very, very good friend to me; we were best friends. I worked ex­ten­sive­ly with him, trav­el­ling in­ter­na­tion­al­ly and ar­rang­ing his mu­sic. He took me across five con­ti­nents with him. Our re­la­tion­ship ex­tend­ed far be­yond the record­ing stu­dio.” These are the sen­ti­ments of ac­com­plished vet­er­an trum­peter, arranger, com­pos­er and mu­si­cal di­rec­tor, Er­rol Ince—the very last mu­si­cian alive who worked con­sis­tent­ly with the world’s undis­put­ed, cap­ti­vat­ing ca­lyp­son­ian, the Mighty Spar­row (Spar­row), from 1955 to his last tune. The world was mes­merised by Spar­row’s mu­sic.