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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

Big Bad Brown Book

Big Bad Brown Book

My mom's cousin gave me this book when I was 7. I loved reading it as a child because it had so many pictures on every page and was easy to read. One day, I took it to...

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E Serie Cu a Laga Tur Hende ta Pensa

TW/ abuso/ agresion sexual Wel… esnan cu a wak e anto.  ‘Baby Reindeer’ a sali dia 11 di april ultimo. Manera candela den un mondi hopi hende...

This Music Video Truly Madly Deeply Gave Me Anxiety As a Child

Yesterday was the last day of my spring break. Schools will open back up tomorrow, and I'm returning to work. As usual, I wash my hair on Sundays....

Big Bad Brown Book

My mom's cousin gave me this book when I was 7. I loved reading it as a child because it had so many pictures on every page and was easy to read....

Random Book Review

Doing book reviews again! This year, I want to read more. Doesn't matter what; I just want to read. If you have any recommendations, please let me...

Everyone Tap In. Let’s See You At 21

Querido diario, Papiamento, claro cu si! Mi sa, e titulo ta zona straño y porta bo ta custuma lesa mi storianan na Ingles, pero e aña aki mi a...

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).