Author of Beneath A Borrowed Sky – A woman’s search for the true meaning of home
Wandering why?
HOME ISN’T A PLACE. IT’S A STORY WE CARRY.
I have spent my life crossing borders.
Born on the Caribbean island of St. Kitts & Nevis, my childhood took me from Bordeaux, France, to Kinshasa and Lubumbashi in the Democratic Republic of Congo (formerly Zaire), and Abidjan in Côte d’Ivoire, before boarding school in the UK.
I’m a third-generation global nomad who has now lived in 15 countries and 21 cities. I speak English, French and Italian fluently and have learned four other languages along the way. I’ve travelled to more than 50 countries, but my greatest journey has been understanding what it truly means to belong.
For me, home has never been one place. It’s something we create, something we carry, and something we find in the people, memories and stories that shape us.
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THE BLOG
In this blog I will attempt to convey the joys and the trials and tribulations of being a global nomad, by writing short stories or more like snippets in time from my past, experiences I’ve had during my travels, stories about my international family and their colorful and interesting history.
The Comfort of A Tidy Home
There is a particular kind of comfort in a tidy home. Not the kind that impresses guests or photographs well, but the quiet, almost invisible kind —...
On Legitimacy (And Learning to Drive Again at 54)
Right now, I’m going through a quiet kind of existential crisis. Not the dramatic, life-falling-apart kind. The slower, more insidious kind. The...
The slow unlearning of people-pleasing
I didn’t become a people-pleaser because I was weak. I became one because I was paying attention. When you grow up across borders, you learn early...
Sickness and Blackouts
(Lubumbashi, DRC – 1976) I kept on dozing on and off. When I woke up, we were being thrashed around in the back of a large jeep. Daddy was steadying...
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