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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
I Didn’t do my Last Article Justice
Dear Diary, Last week I wrote something at the last minute. I didn't do it impulsively. I let my husband read it. He said not to change a thing. Still, I felt something was...
Hooiberg
Awe mainta mi a bay subi Hooiberg y mi a bin realisa cu bida ta manera subimento di Hooiberg (pa esnan cu tin hopi tempo sin subi’e anto). Bo ta yega cu speransa y...
I don’t care (anymore)
Dear Diary, Let me tell you what happened the past two weeks because you weren't the only one worried for me. I was worried for myself, to be quite honest. Nothing drastic;...
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).