We're eating Manischewitz-brined turkey with latkes, 11 of us, lighting candles for Hannukah in a mishmash of celebration. There's my father and mother, friends for more than 50 years. My mom's two ex-girlfriends are also here, these women who have known me, and loved me, for decades.
"It's Trini vernacular cell phone text speak," author Robert Antoni announced before reading an excerpt from his novel, As Flies to Whatless Boys, at a Brooklyn Book Festival bookend event held recently at MoCADA.
Ten artists speak one language. It is Caribbean. It is Contemporary. It is World-art. It is the voice of an emerging generation of artists that speak a universal language independently of our Caribbean heritage.
It'd be a real shame if all you brought back from the world's favorite warm-weather destination was a blistering sunburn, a wicked hangover and a cheap souvenir. Instead, choose one (or more) of these singularly Caribbean experiences and come home with memories that'll last a lifetime.
The LA-based pianist, conductor, and composer André Previn called Susan Wadsworth, who founded Young Concert Artists (YCA) in 1961, last week to tell her how much he loved soprano Jeanine de Bique's singing of his cycle, Honey and Rue.
A great travel experience is about a lot more than beautiful beaches, dreamy suites and posh spas. It can also be about the meals. There's no better way to explore a new culture than by sampling their food.
As a Caribbean islander transplanted in New York, I am often perplexed by the response even the slightest lilt can elicit, from curiosity to downright imitation. But is imitation always the highest form of flattery? The recent Super Bowl ad by Volkswagen seems to have reignited the discussion.
A year ago, I put in a 10-hour-day under a beating sun in the streets of the Trinidadian capital Port of Spain. By 9 a.m., I was drenched in sweat, by noon my muscles ached fiercely. And I loved every minute of it.