The ackee is killing them in Jamaica

Ackee is the national fruit of Jamaica, and the national dish is ackee and saltfish (much like bacon and eggs in the US). Although it contains many important and essential nurtrients, it can also be toxic and poisonious, unto death.

If it is not prepared correctly for consumption people will get sick. These days news reports out of Jamaica state that people are being admitted to the hospital and dying after eating this delicious tree-grown fruit.

What does that mean?
That cooks have grown lax in their ackee cooking methods? Or the fruit is going the way many things on earth are these days – to a dangerous toxicity?

Tasty and delicious, but also dangerous. Dangerous enough to kill.
I know the truth of these statements, after eating (and enjoying a great meal of stir-fryed ackee, with tomatoes and onions); and soon after swelling into a knobby elephant man/woman character.

It wasn’t fatal for me, but it was scary and it was not enjoyable, besides hard for my ego to be so unattractive. To this day, whenever I see ackee, I stay at least 10 feet away.

And, what I find so intriguing, but also really scary is that “canned” ackee is a major export of Jamaica.
Canned foods, botulism….
It is a very tasty poison.

My breaking point has passed

And now I am holding on.
I have to remind myself to love him
There are so many reasons to go
I am always guilty of staying too long
My kindness, compassion and the good man that he is keeps me holding on.

All of this and thoughts of you is what has gotten me through.
I don’t even know you, but I do.
I don’t need to, I feel you.
Your power is greater than mine, I like that.
You are the deep wine, dark blood I will never have a chance to taste.
Oh this life, the pain and the pleasure.
The bittersweetness of living on.

Never gone

Always here.

Living life. Developing style.
Always come back to you.

Contain my curiosity

My name all night long, or is that a moan?

My mind constantly slips to thoughts of you.  I tell myself I can do this forever.

You will still never know.  But it is you that I think of, sometimes at all times.

But you will never know.  What did I do to my life.

From the outside it is good.

On the inside, I miss you.

I got the message

It is the holidays, and I always dread this time of year.

It’s not the lonely factor, that’s just fine.  It’s dealing with his mother

and her games. 

Of course he doesn’t notice and he thinks she is as pure as the undriven snow.

Further from the truth, trust me.

She has money, more than most and she tries to use it to her advantage

at every possible turn. It is a disease that has taken over her mind.

I have been with her son almost 20 years and raised 2 of her grandchildren;

granted, I didn’t birth them, but I came along and did right by them.

Still, it all means nothing. I am an afterthought, and here I thought I was doing things worthy to be considered a family treasure.

Exactly the opposite, she never misses the opportunity to let me know that she values absolutely nothing about me.  This is how she operates.  Any holiday, birthday, Father’s Day, etc…, she will make such a big deal of getting him or his daughters very a very choice and expensive gift, and mine will be seperate.  An inexpensive plant, a card, something, cheap, cheap, cheap.  Never any of the tasteful expensive gifts she gives them.

Thank GOD, I have a brain and can take GOOD care of myself, so it doesn’t matter what a twit she is.

I got the message, mother-in-law, and the message is I am not and never will be good enough for him.

But, I AM good enough for my self.

The things I think about

This is my arena.

I can think, or not.

I can rant or rave -

sometimes there is a connection, and

sometimes I just ramble.

Keep the writing moving, just keep it moving.

He & her

They look so bored.

She feels sophisticated, and beautiful…

with someone else’s HAIR glued to her head.