Gloria Royale-Davis, Author at Jamaicans.com

BRUMALIA: A Kaleidoscope Of My Jamaican Childhood

My stepfather Clement Thompson was a tall, slim man with shiny eyes and of very few words. I do...

“Marguerite, of course got an A, with eight out of ten and surprisingly, Gloria Hylton got an A...

They bore in abundance. Everywhere. On every branch. On every tree. They looked like bright orange...

Did I know him? No! Did I love him? No! Do, I regret this? Sometimes. But the fault lies squarely...

Alas my love, you do me wrong to cast me off so discourteously, For I have loved you well and long...

Mistakes are the growing pains of wisdom My grandmother was a loving woman but a strict...

After my grandfather’s death in 1936, the family diversified into exotic fruits and vegetables –...

I was inconsolable. It did not matter if it could no longer fit me. I wanted it back. I was...

Dark red blood spewed from his back as they partially lifted him from the makeshift autopsy table...

My grandmother ruled over a diverse group of children. . Wilbert, the first child of the union who...