I was a baby who cried non-stop. I mean, all day/night for no obvious reason. My antics are so legendary that whenever I run into someone who knew me as a baby, the first thing they'll say to me is "Lawd, little girl, we thought you'd be a singer! You cried soooooooooo much." Translation: You would never shut up!The only thing that would silence me was a stack of newspapers. How ironic that I became a newspaper reporter. The irony continued yesterday when I was featured in one of my hometown newspapers, the Jamaica Observer. To share the journey of my years growing up in Jamaica, the struggles I had as an immigrant when I first moved to New York, and my sojourn from journalism to design, was an honor of epic proportions for me. In one final irony, the feature came about because unbeknown to be, the writer was a follower of this blog! Never underestimate the opportunities that can come about from the blogosphere.Thanks Debbie for being an awesome blogging partner. And thanks Cecile, for turning a young girl's dreams into a grown up reality. Eternally honored and humbled. P.S.
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