When I was twelve and asked what I wanted to be when I grew up my response was simple: assassin, lawyer or journalist. Exactly in that order. You have to understand that the show ‘La Femme Nikita’ was to me amazing at the time and she always seemed so in control and strong that I figured being an assassin, minus the killing, must be just as intriguing as it appeared on television. Don’t worry, I got over it. I also abandoned the thought of law, as I figured I’d be good at it, but at the time honestly felt that if I needed to lie to get a client off, I would. Something I wasn’t prepared to live with. Then there was journalism, which really should have been my first response, considering all I did was write or read whenever I had the chance for as long as I can remember.

I was a journalist with Barbados’ leading local newspaper for many years and in that time, met different, sometimes interesting – sometimes not so much – people everyday. I’ve listened to so many stories, had a window into so many lives and then was given the unique opportunity to in my own words, tell these stories.

My work often revolved around developing and trending stories regarding the youth of the nation. I strongly believe in supporting achievements and highlighting them when necessary, as often youth are painted in a less than favourable light.

I was able to do a job that was geared towards my very first love — writing. What more could one ask for? More.

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  1. I love Barbados and spent some time there in the early 70s, before your time? Wonderful that you support the youths. I also deal with a lot of them in my work. Glad you stopped by mine so I was able to come here to meet you. Have a great weekend. Paulette

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