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Hey there!
I’m Jammita!
Welcome! You managed to land on this page. So, you are either really bored or just curious, either way, I’m glad you’re here.
These are the latest things I’ve published
Pickup Blanco Cu Trapi Patras
Desde cu mi tabata un mucha Mi a mira mi tata lucha. Tur soda, cansa y sushi. "Caramba!", e homber ey tin curashi. Den su uniform blauw e ta subi trapi y echa baina bay...
20 Years of Under My Skin
Imagine you just turned 13. The last school bell just rang. You run to your mother's work to tell her you will finally do it for the first time. She's excited for you...
My Alfie’s Review
First time reviewing food I've been saying for a year now that I'll start doing food reviews. Nothing fancy, of course, because I'm definitely not a sophisticated food...
A bit more about me…
My dad used to tell me stories almost every night when I was a little girl. Out of nowhere, he would come up with these amazing, elaborate stories, mostly fiction. Sometimes I would write a few of them in this black-blue colored notebook that my mom gave to me. I enjoyed writing. Sometimes I even wrote a few stories of my own. I don’t know where that notebook is anymore. And I don’t remember any of the stories that my father used to tell me, but I remember how much they inspired me, encouraged me, and especially how they made me feel. That same feeling I wanted to transfer to other people too. Coming from a small Caribbean island, can make you doubt yourself sometimes. I often thought that my dreams were too big. My husband, who can self-teach himself about anything, thinks that it’s nonsense to think like that. My father may have inspired me, but my husband was the first person to believe in me. Now at age 31, I finally feel empowered, like my eight-year-old self once was. I spend too much time worrying, obeying, and conforming, but I am done with that. Now the sun will shine brightly on me (even though I don’t actually like the sun). So I hope you will stick around, learn more about me and grow (together).