Mure Vyn here, and I like to thank you for dropping by to “lime” with me.  Being first generation American to a West Indian family, I was raised to be the utmost proper young lady….not!  I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember, but never had the balls to do anything about it until now.  I have spawned and I am proud to say that I have passed on the writing gene to them as well as my good looks.  My other (and a couple of times better) half is a mixed martial arts fighter.  When he’s not groping and wrestling with other guys, he’s groping and wrestling me. 

In my world, the good guys dress in black, wear skull jewelry and the men are naked.  My characters will make you cuss, laugh, cry, and by the end of my stories, you’ll be able to have some understanding of the Trini language.

YOU KNOW YOU’RE A TRINI WHEN….

You can effectively use the word “mamaguy” in a sentence.

You know that “Mass” has nothing to do with church.

You chew ice when you're finished with your drink.

You refer to soda and pop as "sweet drinks".

You know the meaning of the word "obuckie".

You hang a rosary on your car's rearview mirror, even if you're Hindu.

You call all hard candy "sweety".

You think eating salted cod fish and fry bake is a great morning meal.

You think steak is a waste of good meat. You rather cut it up and stew it with some potatoes (or curry it and make some roti).

You show displeasure by sucking your teeth. (Steups)

You refer to avocado as "Zabuca".