Letters from Grenada

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“break stick in your ears, or what?”

West Indian slang for ejaculate (both the noun and the verb) is “break”. I thought, at first, that this was kind of weird, but the more I thought about it, the more it made perfect sense.
Break? Break. Break! Yes. Exactly.
There’s also a saying, something that you ask people who are just not hearing what [...]

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speech patterns

(The following is a random thought I had this morning. It’s all true but it’s so “Maria being Maria” I couldn’t keep a straight face while writing it.)
I’m not from the South, I’m a New Yorker. But I do indeed say “y’all” which is something I picked up whilst living in Paris and if you [...]

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repat? is that a thing?

Lately I’ve been worried that I’m mentally losing touch with Grenada. That I’m no longer an honorary West Indian. That I’ve lost my “spice”. And then today I was watching Bean try to put the peel back on a banana and I thought to myself:
“What de ass do he?”
Ah still got it.

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My name is María. I like wasabi, patronize bunny rabbits and think red wine really needs to stop pretending it's not purple.

I lived in Caribbean for four glorious years. My son - Joaquín the illustrious Bean - was born on the island of Grenada. He's beautiful, brilliant and has two birth certificates.

Now we're back in the land of snow and afternoon sunsets, and all the diet Coke and Thomas the Tank Engine in the world won't cushion the blow of such culture shock.

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