Whether it’s chatting over drinks, laughing between a spoonful of Hawaiian ice, delving deeply over the most exquisite dishes or tasting everything our world has to offer, I love being with my parents. Recently, we hit the ground running. Well, that’s what we always do.
Sometimes we want to pack in so much goodness that we find ourselves running. We most definitely experienced that this weekend.
As we idly drank cold drinks and looked beyond the pool to the lovely lake, I thought of the historic Chowan Beach in North Carolina. Begun in the 1920s and for nearly 70 years, it was a safe and beautiful space for Black people in a world that was usually hostile to us. There, Black tourists from around the country could “fish, swim, canoe or bask in the cooling sun rays of this incomparable beach and… will find new vigor, new life.” Thank goodness for the pioneers who imagined the unimaginable!
I recently completed a three-month artist residency in the lovely Chicago neighborhood of Pullman. After considering a number of ideas of what I planned to do during my stay, I landed on contemplating the idea of leisure in area known for labor. This was not …
Onion Dip for Breakfast turns two and the journey just gets better every day. We’ve explored the nooks and crannies of life, clinked our glasses, tasted everything, and taken off for parts unknown. Happy anniversary, ODB!
This statue, which has adorned our deck for over a decade now, has brought me joy season after season. I call her… My Lady. I remember the day that we bought her at an estate sale and us hauling her up the steps to our deck. I thought that she was beautiful and couldn’t imagine her being mine. Every season, as the leaves fall or when they reappear and when the annuals previously placed around fade, she gets a makeover and becomes so fresh and so new.
My Lady Over the Years
I’ve been planning to revisit a particular show for months! The little and big things of life delayed my fuzzy plans. Poking my head back into the Art Institute’s galleries recently, I was struck by the opening text of this lovely show: “It took millions …
June closed with an explosion of fruit and flowers in the Black Garden. July promises even more.
We were celebrating my parents’ marriage the last time we saw “Sweet Life” with a garden cake, sparkling flutes, joy, and a flashback to their wedding day. We’ve returned to the theme in all of its goodness. I find that as much as I’m present …
