“To plant a seed, watch it grow, to tend it and then harvest it, offered a simple but enduring satisfaction. The sense of being the custodian of this small patch of earth offered a taste of freedom. NELSON MANDELA This Black Garden Epistle comes to …
Express yourself, Whatever you do, uh, Do it good, uh! We definitely did it good! I’ll start at the end and then make our way back. My mom pulled out one of my favorite plates, plump strawberries framing the center, ready to full of the …
Is it me or did the end of 2022 come and go with a quickness? One moment I was back in my hometown with family I hadn’t seen in years and in a flash, I was feasting with my small family in Chicago. So in that circle of home, I left the cold weather to be in the warm embrace of Atlanta.
It, of course, started with hugs and kisses and rapidly proceeded to food.
There was art at the High.
We started with Deana Lawson. While every work was captivating, her collage that featured Atlanta’s own, OutKast, in its center was particularly wonderful. I hadn’t been home to Atlanta in three long years and mannnnnnn, did I miss it!
Then it was on to the fascinating show, Rodin in the United States: Confronting the Modern, that again places Atlanta front and center as it reminds the viewer of the intertwining history of the artist and the city.
Intentional. To kick off the new year, my friends at PostScript asked me to be their guest writer for their lovely blog, In the Loop. This month’s theme is coffee but I was encouraged to write about anything so I did both. If you’re interested …
Like most people, the fairy tales read to me were the mostly sweet versions. Sure, women were hexed by nefarious enemies, harassed by wicked step-relatives, or resigned to a permanent dormant state with the bite of a crimson apple. Overall, though, they ended with our heroes, heroines, and villains getting their just desserts. It wasn’t until I read some of the Brothers Grimm stories did I see the other side.
When the sweet apple turns bitter.
If you read “PERSEPHONE, THE RELUCTANT QUEEN”, you know that we’re fascinated by that potent anise-flavored elixir, absinthe. Maybe it’s the mystique or dangerous reputation. Maybe it’s the color. Or it’s the taste. We’re captivated. There’s something exhilarating about it— it’s a green potion.
New Year’s Eve we enjoyed the creamy delight, panna cotta. Imagine a smooth and sweet dessert infused with absinthe and topped with broiled grapefruit and thyme-citrus coulis. Deliriously delicious. Mmmmmm.
Fairies abound.
“There’s beauty in the day. There’s beauty in the night.” ~ Claudette Dudley Living a life of wonder seems to be a good bet: an interesting corner, path, neighborhood, town, or city— wonder leads to wandering that often leads to something quite magical. Here’s to …
Ain’t life grand? In the image above, a boy and his bubble are captured by photographer, Marvin E. Newman, in 1950s Chicago. Immediately coming to mind at first glance was the moment of both intention and anticipation: chewing the gum so one can blow a …
Onion Dip for Breakfast is taking a class at the University of Chicago. By that, I mean that the women of this site are jointly enrolled in this class, Explorations of Mars, together. Each week, we learn, listen, and share our ideas on the limitless fascination with our neighboring planet. Is there life on Mars? Has there been life? Could we live there?
When one thinks of living elsewhere, of course one’s mind wanders to the question of what a good life is in the first place. Are we just existing, making do, thriving, or dare we say it, flourishing?
One thought on my mind for years has been whether some of us have given up on Earth, ready to move on to new lands as if we’re planetary pioneers going west. Or wayyyyyy north…
That idea suggests that it’s too late to care and nurture this place we call home. As billionaires launch plans in outer space, we earthlings navigate the natural and built environments.
This planet, with all of its flavors, fascinates, inspires, nurtures me. I love it here.
As long as I can remember, I’ve been told that I am my mom’s copy. It was always understood that they meant I looked like her (which was the highest compliment) but what I always wished was that my heart was like hers. There is …
