Smitten with Bermuda

It's hard to believe that I have arrived at my 5th year anniversary of Smitten with Bermuda.  When I ventured off to Bermuda in 2018, soon after losing my mother, I had no idea what that one solo trip would mean for my grief, for my life, for my soul- not to mention the ensuing five years. I had cared for my ailing mother for the prior three and a half years.  Just as she had cared for me- as a baby born with heart disease, I would care for her (along with my sister, Nina), when her beautiful heart began to fail her.  It was an emotionally excruciating time for me, yet one that I would not trade for anything in the world. Caregiving is the most beautiful and selfless gesture that you can extend to someone else in this lifetime. I believe that a Frangipani is a Bermudian Daisy Needless to say, I felt unbearable sorrow after Marlys left this Earth. She was my best friend, my confidante- a brave and remarkable lady. I did not believe- in April of 2018- that any trip could as...

I can recall buying art prints by Carole Holding on my very first trips to Bermuda, nearly three decades ago. Back in the day, when all of the beloved department stores still lined Front Street in Hamilton, Carole had a gallery shop in St. George on King's Square- on the second level, if I am not mistaken. As my girlfriend and I looked through the many bins of prints- plein air scenes of Bermuda, it seemed impossible to choose which to purchase. On our first trip, we had not witnessed any of the scenes that Carole had portrayed with our own eyes, but knew that we wanted to take them home, all the same. I opted for a pink cottage (naturally) and an image of Mangrove Bay. Years passed. One day, as I sailed along on the ferry (Pink Route), I took special notice of a stunning light pink home on the shore, along Harbour Road. It was perfectly painted with white trim and green shutters- as if to represent a Gingerbread house. Nothing draws me in quite like a pink home- as many of you kno...