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In Our Own Backyard 🍃🌿🍃

In Our Own Backyard 🍃🌿🍃

I’m often amazed at the wondrous things one can discover without having to travel halfway around the world. That was the case this weekend when we found ourselves in Eatonton, GA . The town is located about 75 miles east of Atlanta via I-20.   Looking 

Somehow

Somehow

I didn’t think I’d be that person showing images of the family dog to the nice staff person at the garden center. But here I am! I think that I’m one of those folks who can bring back every phrase in a conversation to our 

Spontaneity

Spontaneity


Our family way of life is usually quite spontaneous. Our plans will have edges that keep us together but everything in between stays loose. Who knows what you’ll see, smell, hear or taste if everything isn’t charted out?


Those who accompany us either love it or dislike it. Fortunately, our favorite travel partners have taken to it, too.




Mexican grocery store food


After a quick trip from the airport recently, the three of us pivoted from going for delicious Filipino food again at Kasama because we wouldn’t make it before they closed to Mexican delicacies that are bountiful in the vicinity. We feasted heartily at a delightful restaurant tucked inside a tiny grocery store. When we asked what beverage options were available with lunch, the nice woman gestured toward an entire aisle of cold drinks!



We marveled at the unusual white beans on my mom’s plate and were pleased to see them raw in bags later in the store. We enjoyed our dessert, Nutella cookies and honeybuns, in the car as we made our way home.



Here’s to seeing where the road takes us!


Tacos chorizo pork cilantro Mexican food



Mexican food beef carne asada beans white beans rice Chicago



Burrito Mexican food Chicago



Chicago Mexican food tacos chorizo pork carne asada beef beans rice













Black Beauties at the Derby

Black Beauties at the Derby

This past weekend, I had the absolute pleasure of attending the 149th Kentucky Derby in Louisville. This was my first time going to Churchill Downs, so I really didn’t know what to expect. What I observed, (ten times over what I had anticipated) was a 

Black Garden Epistle from Pullman

Black Garden Epistle from Pullman

Waterways. My residency has been going swimmingly (yes, pun intended) and affords me space to reflect, learn, rest, and make. Like waterways, there’s a confluence in my activity and lack thereof. There’s an emphasis on being still sometimes, flowing as I feel the urge, and 

Spice of Life

Spice of Life



Recently, I was fortunate enough to be back in Istanbul after a twenty-five year absence. Some things had changed but, for the most part, it was as stunning as it had ever been. In addition to blue glass amulets to replace my original one broken many years ago, I was determined to return with my favorite souvenir, food.






On the Daily

On the Daily

We’re one of those families. We love bread. I mean we love it. For a few years before the pandemic, my husband baked four beautiful loaves every week. Gosh, you should see the smile on my face as I write that sentence. As everyone and 

To Market, to Market: Cape Town

To Market, to Market: Cape Town

You know my thoughts on markets. I’ve been lucky to visit some excellent ones here and there. The Old Biscuit Mill is far and away one of the best. See for yourself. Delicious food, check. Live music, check. A DJ, check. Heavenly aromas, check. A 

Where is home?

Where is home?


While I was at the loveliest birthday dinner with our brand-new friends we had met just four days earlier, I was asked what it felt like to call America home. Behind the question was the horrible legacy of slavery and the possibility of rootlessness. “Do you feel connected to Africa?”


I answered, “Of course.”


Home is the most complicated and yet simplest thing.


A couple of days after that birthday dinner, I visited the haunting District Six Museum. This space tells the story of a once-vibrant community that was destroyed under Apartheid and left thousands displaced and forcibly removed.


In explaining the area’s significance, the museum describes “home” for those who lived there:



District Six before its destruction under Apartheid, was a community representative of diversity on a number of levels – language, religion, economic class, geographical area of origin – and became a living example of how diversity could be a strengthening characteristic of a community and need not be feared. It was a vibrant community of freed slaves, merchants, artisans, labourers and immigrants, with close links to the city and the port.  It represented the polar opposite of what the Apartheid government, inaugurated by the National Party coming into power in 1948, needed people to believe and internalise. 


District Six thus became one of the main urban targets for destruction in the city of Cape Town.


On 11 February 1966 it was declared a white area under the Group Areas Act of 1950, and by 1982, the life of the community was over. More than 60,000 people were forcibly removed to barren outlying areas aptly known as the Cape Flats, and their houses in District Six were flattened by bulldozers.”









Love Letters from Cape Town

Love Letters from Cape Town

I recently had the incredibly good fortune to visit South Africa for a project and I was showered with love letters. At every turn, there was beauty, and I took it all in. I learned, stretched, explored, and rested. And I joyfully tasted.