Author - Gloria Royale-Davis

In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on (Robert Frost, 1874...

A sister is a gift to the heart, A friend to the spirit, A golden thread to the meaning of life...

In 1997,  I was appointed  Executive Director of the Jamaica Information Service (JIS) – the...

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal Love leaves a memory no none can steal   Momentous...

Two interviews? Really! Did I need this job so badly? I had promised Pippa Fray, then President of...

In 1960, I became an employee of one of Jamaica’s most critical public institutions, dedicated to...

Sunday was the day they came to Ivy Cottage. In the afternoon. After dinner.  They came in their...

When I met my sister Velma, shortly after my 16th birthday , I looked keenly for some resemblance...

He was tall. He was dark.  He was handsome and seemingly shy. He also came with a reputation. A...