Trinidad is Not a Place

It has been two years, two months and two days since I’ve last published a blog. So long that I’d actually forgotten the URL to this blog. And the log-in. To my own blog.

Incredibly aptly, my last post began by admitting that I have a tendency to drop off the map in just this way, specifically because – feedback aside – I have a hard time believing that my self-appointed role as Captain Obvious is at all necessary.

But that’s not why I dropped off the map this time.

I stopped writing because I lost my voice, figuratively speaking.

I went through some things. Unpleasant things. Continue reading “Trinidad is Not a Place”

Reckless Driving 

If you’ve followed me at all over the years, you’ll notice I don’t blog regularly. Or, I start up all hot and sweaty and then fall off the map.

There’s a very simple reason for that: uncertainty.

It’s amazing to get positive feedback from those who enjoy my writing (so please, keep that coming!) and obviously I see value in the endeavor or I wouldn’t do it at all. However, given the fact that all I do is offer a commonsense perspective, I often wonder if I’m not just shouting into the void. After all, I ask myself, does anyone really need me to point out the obvious over and over again?

It turns out the answer is yes.


A thousand times, YES.

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Because, in the year of our Lord, 2016 — a time when we have pocket-sized computers that allow us to communicate with people all over the world in real time — it turns out that Trinbagonians not only need someone to force them to secure their children in a moving vehicle, they feel comfortable arguing that they should NOT have to do so. Continue reading “Reckless Driving “

We Like it So

I really don’t. [IMG:]
There’s a reason this blog is called Square Peg (Round Hole). I grew up in NY, so you can imagine the culture shock I experienced upon returning to a place for which my expectations were based solely on Soca, Labor Day and overheard reminiscences. I’m pretty sure I spent the first five years here saying “In America…” and in the six years since, I’ve accepted that some things (ok, a lot of things) are just never going to make sense to me.

Don’t get me wrong, America is not the promised land (believe you me), but the things that baffled me about Trinidad upon arrival (and continue to exasperate me today) do not do so because they are major issues. They drive me nuts because, when you drill down, they are minor issues left unchecked that cause major problems. Put another way, most of the things that everyone (from born and bred Trinis to transplants like myself) spend most of our time griping about are relatively easily remedied… assuming anyone actually wants to remedy them at all.

Things like:

Continue reading “We Like it So”

Tending Your Garden

is your facebook status about me
It’s not, bruh… (unless it is.) [IMG:]
There’s an old Trini saying that goes:

If it falls in your garden, water it.

I’m reminded of this saying every single time someone in a marginalised group makes a critical statement about a privileged group.

Continue reading “Tending Your Garden”

Dotish Hall of Fame Pt. 3

My people. My Trinbagonian people. Can I talk to you for a second?

Can I — Come sit by me. Scoot in close like we’s famalee.

Here’s the thing. I want to believe that most of us are sensible people. We have a basic understanding of right and wrong. We have enough common sense to get ourselves out of bed and off to work without forgetting to breathe on the way. We’re not so bad, right?

Continue reading “Dotish Hall of Fame Pt. 3”

Dotish Hall of Fame Pt. 2

The Universe is an unbelievably ironic place.

Just an hour after a friend shared my most recent blog post about the Trini compulsion to derail meaningful conversations with idiocy, the Universe saw fit to deliver an example of my thesis right into the comment thread. Ever grateful for gifts from the great beyond, I took this as a sign that we had found our second inductee for the Dotish Hall of Fame. Continue reading “Dotish Hall of Fame Pt. 2”

T&T Takes Gold (in missing the point) 

A perfect 10. [via]
T&T’s contingent of local athletes have been struggling to make it through Olympic qualifiers in Rio (and facing a ridiculous amount of criticism from “fans” who fail to recognize local athletes until they appear on an international stage), but there’s a squad right here at home who could easily snag gold, silver and bronze medals, if only the Olympics hosted a Mental Gymnastics event.

Continue reading “T&T Takes Gold (in missing the point) “

Dotish Hall of Fame Pt. 1

But if you do it right… [IMG:]
In the pursuit of common sense, one often encounters those for whom the ideas of logic and rationality are not just foreign but hostile concepts. These individuals will vehemently reject any attempt to discuss a subject in a manner that makes the slightest bit of sense while simultaneously refusing to take their completely nonsensical ideas back to the bizarre lands from whence they came. It almost goes without saying that these individuals, like wild Pokemon, ALWAYS appear without warning and are distressingly plentiful  in Sweet T&T.

On the bright side, they are LOTS of fun to interact with, if you only remember to never ever take them seriously. After our last encounter with such an individual, my friends and I decided it would be a shame to let these priceless exchanges disappear into the ether without commemoration. And so, I present to you, the very first edition of what I’m tentatively calling the Dotish Hall of Fame. Continue reading “Dotish Hall of Fame Pt. 1”

The Cost of Silence


There’s a latin saying that goes: “Qui tacet consentire videtur”, meaning “He who is silent is taken to agree”. Nowhere is that truer than here in sweet T&T, where we have made a national pastime out of remaining silent about all manner of inequity and thereby empowering those bold enough to take that silence as consent. Continue reading “The Cost of Silence”