I have always loved Jamaican culture, in fact, in high school I was pretty sure that I would marry a Jamaican one day. Of course I was pretty sure he would have dreads, a thick accent and cook me oxtail every week. When I moved to New York I asked a friend to take me to Jamaica, Queens because I thought it was where they all lived. I assumed it to be like the Jamaican version of Chinatown. Well I’m pretty sure Andre is the universe’s idea of a funny joke, because if you know Andre you know that he is bald, refuses to speak Jamaican in public and took 5 years to cook me oxtail. Nevertheless, Andre turned out to be the Jamaican husband I dreamed of and in June of 2012 I became a Woolery in Jamaica, which I think makes me a “Jamaican-in-law”. Becoming a Woolery has made me truly love the country where some of the people I love most in the world come from. More to come on the subject of Woolerys…

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