Putting the car keys on a table, I walked toward the couch to put my bags down. I wasn’t as tired as I expected to be. I had just spent 5 hours back at the hospital after long nights and a tough week at home prior. Earlier, in the hospital car park, my sister asked how I was feeling, and I said I felt calm and relaxed. Not as emotional as I had during the week and not as tired. “It’s a good thing we had our special Pilates class earlier,” she said. Our lovely Pilates teacher

When was the last magical moment you experienced? For me, it was this past February. I think some of the magic was because this was a simple and new experience unfolding, in a place I have been to so many times before. I was in Tobago, and after lunch one day, my friends and I decided to head down to the beach to soak up the rest of the sun. One friend was knitting, the kids were going between the water and building things on the sand. We were chatting, laughing, swimming and

Driving to the hospital this evening, the road is very busy. It’s after 8:30pm on a Sunday and I am driving on St. James main road. People are liming, criss-crossing through traffic to cross the road, their hot packaged food in their hands as they make their way to their cars. Bright Lights. Music. Dancing. Action. The energy is vibrant. Life is happening. People are busy, happy and active. Nothing has stopped. And I am driving. Driving to the hospital. It reminds me of 8