Under the Coconut Tree

The following is excerpted from Twelve Unending Summers: Memoir of an Immigrant Child: One warm morning in La Rivière des Nègres, my dad took me to the northwest side of the house and showed me four coconut trees. Given their size, I thought they must have been planted about six to eight months earlier. “One of…

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Did Voodoo Kill My Father?

It was mid-afternoon, the air humid and hot, but the sun cast a somber shadow on the white front porch of the hospital room when I finally summoned the courage to walk up to the bed. The man lay motionless on his back with his eyes closed. Tubes ran from his nose and mouth like…

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