Saturday, August 04, 2007


My Jamaican son's name is Bryon. He is 22. Mike and I fell in love with him over the course of a week. He is beautiful and smart and funny. He spent a week showing us the real Jamaica which is magnificent and heartbreaking and so rich in history and culture and so desperately, shockingly poor.

I am still recovering from being away. Work is crazy. Took my sweet daddy to the heart doc. Catching up, catching up. More to come about my new son.

But here's one more photo, the love of my life after we were nearly swept out into the deep. Sweet baby.

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Blogger farmboyz said...

It was the combination of natural beauty and extreme poverty that made us stop going to the islands. You had to make an effort to ignore the poverty all around you and to accept the resentment of the locals, even the ones who treated tourists politely (most of them). We got to the point of not being able to enjoy staying at a hotel or lounging on a beach were the infrastructure is supported by seriously poor people catering to us as we spent the money we had saved. Didn't matter that we had worked for it, we, as tourists, were "in their face" with it. Sad, because Jamaica is gorgeous. One night, I got the munchies from a huge spliff and went alone into parts of Montego where no white guy has ever been. They thought I was either crazy or dangerous because I was accepted with a level of cordiality and friendliness that I had not found anywhere else at any other moment on the island. They shared their food and drink. I danced with everyone and got back to the hotel with body, soul and money intact. PS: your son is hot.

August 04, 2007 10:42 AM  
Blogger evilganome said...

I will look forward to hearing about your new Jamaican son and how this came about. Also, dirty old man that I am, I have to agree with Father Tony. You're son is a real hotty! Hubby ain't so bad either. Do you spend all your time attracting good looking guys?

August 04, 2007 11:06 AM  
Blogger Lotuslander said...

It looks beautiful, and forgive my ignorance, but isn't Jamaica very homophobic.
And Belle thanks for the well wishes on my blog about my sweetie's health problems.

August 04, 2007 5:04 PM  
Anonymous grrsteve said...

I'm looking forward to hearing more about Bryon as your relationship with him grows.

To Father Tony's point, the poverty I saw on St. Maarten, as well as the unrepaired homes left damaged by a hurricane that swept the island nearly a year prior, pretty much overshadowed even the most beautiful places we visited.

August 04, 2007 8:28 PM  
Blogger here today, gone tomorrow said...

Wonderful looking men, can't wait to hear more!

August 04, 2007 9:49 PM  
Blogger Helen said...

My sweetie is Brian so I know that magic...I see the sparkle in yours too. :-)

August 04, 2007 11:44 PM  
Blogger more cowbell said...

Your "new son" has a wonderful smile -- and hey, the toilet training, terrible twos, and teenage hell is all behind you! Brilliant! Looking forward to more posts and pics. Catch your breath.

August 05, 2007 1:16 AM  
Anonymous lynette said...

father tony, nothing like being thought crazy and dangerous. isn't it fabulous living on that crisp edge of life & death? and yes, he's a cutie though i cannot say he's a hottie because he is now my son. but i love that smile.

tony ~ yeah, that's me, magnet for handsome men. and i had those two all to myself out in a little boat for a week. heaven!

LL ~ i am so glad that your sweetie is doing better. happy to hear from you.

Steve ~ ack! St. Maarten was on our list too. There were unfinished/looked to be damaged houses everywhere in Jamaica. turns out, interest rates are so high that people buy what they can as they can and work on the houses over an extended period of time, but in the end, the house is free and clear, no mortgage. there's probably no homeowner's insurance, though, so when the hurricanes come, it just starts over. such hard, hard, hard work just to survive. i hope i never complain again about life here.

HTGT: more to come :-) Helen, the sparkle is the hook, isn't it? and MC, yes! no toilet training!! hallelujah!!

August 05, 2007 10:06 AM  
Blogger Ms. Place said...

farmboyz: As an entitled American I stopped going to the islands seven years ago. The guilt. The guilt, just overwhelmed me. How can we live in such plenty and complain and be taken seriously?

Ah, Lynette, you do us a favor by showing these photos. Your man ain't bad either, dahling. I swoon.

August 05, 2007 1:02 PM  
Blogger David said...

I am curious to hear more about your new "son." I will reserve all judgment until the story unfolds. Your man looks like a real sweetie.

August 05, 2007 11:30 PM  
Blogger rodger said...

Cute boy...Handsome man!! You're one lucky lady.

Next time I'm in the market, I'm bringing you shopping with me girl.

August 06, 2007 5:20 PM  
Blogger angelfish24 said...

Sound like a lovely trip. I hear Jamaica is beautiful but also so desperately poor like you said. It weird but I get two diff. views/reviews from people who have been there. They either love it or hate it because of the crime. Someday I would love to go.
Sadly though, when I lived on the cayman islands not too far off from these islands, when I would get stuff stolen it would be the jamaicans living on the island. I can't imagine what it is like to not have anything so they resort to stealing but I understood it.
Glad you had a good time and nice pic of your man and the jamaican man too.

August 06, 2007 10:43 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

St. Maartans is enchanting and the people are gorgeous and friendly. Fabulous fresh-caught fish on the French side of the island, best blue water anywhere I know of on the Dutch side. You can lie on your back and watched the underbelly of the jets as they come in to land at the airport, right above your heard. A unique experience.

Lynette, you are a talented lady.
Your writing is a gift. John/sf

February 26, 2008 12:45 PM  

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