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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 

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 huge number of African American women in attendance, all decked out in gorgeous outfits including the signature hats. I was thrilled to see all of these beautiful Black women, at a place which at one time we had been denied access. To me, it was like going to a botanical garden and admiring the lovely flowers. In this case, I was captivated by hats of all colors, shapes and sizes. The array included some that were bold or understated, futuristic or vintage, plain or simple and everything in-between.







Women seemed to wear their hats proudly and with joy. I know that I did! I enjoyed complimenting women regarding their attire and asking perfect strangers if I could take their photos. Everyone I asked was game, and smiled prettily for the camera. It was a beautiful day, with the sun shining, and celebratory energy in the air.













Although the Black women appeared to outnumber the men, those in attendance were dressed up, too. They wore their seersucker suits and spring-colored hats and attire. They had swagger in their stride and confidence in their appearance.  





I think that it’s Spring days like this, with only joy in the moment, that we are like flowers in a garden that blossom, thrive, and share the light. It was a glorious day.




Cheers to the Derby! 


My next post will actually be about the horses! 


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 

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 their puppy started making sourdough starters and artful focaccia during lockdown, the staple ingredients became harder to come by. For a while, he continued to bake but eventually our waists couldn’t keep up as we hit the starchy spot: the ratio of bread consumption to exercise tipped more heavily in bread’s favor…





It’s been two years since he doffed his baker’s apron and pulled out the requisite paniers, razor, peel, and whatnot. I sure do miss it.





Charleston!

Charleston!

For a getaway, we once again visited Charleston, South Carolina and the surrounding areas.  Charleston carries so much charm, but it also has a haunting past. When I look at many of the photos below, they seem to reflect the duality of the city. The azaleas 

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.