Plastic Farm AnimalsCamille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
In Hong Kong today, poor farmers united in violent protest against global capitalism. Sound familiar? According to an Associated Press Story: “The confrontation occurred after several thousand protesters marched through the city against the WTO and globalization, which many of them believe benefit primarily the rich and powerful. Some of the protesters – mainly South Korean […]
I’m not the only one. I see others just like me, doing their errands on foot the same way I do, and not just on the nice days. Yesterday I saw several others bundled up beyond recognition in the sub-zero weather, obviously out for a long walk. I’m curious about what motivates these other errand […]
I lay in bed this morning, listening to the wind whistle down the frozen street below our apartment, waiting for our electric heat to start pinging, thinking about how dead it is outside. The ponds are frozen, the gardens are dead, the last leaves are stuck in solid clusters. The sun flirts across the horizon […]
I like gangster movies. Maybe it’s because I spent my formative years in the Bronx, New York and West Long Branch, New Jersey. Gangster movies feed my dark, sardonic side. I like the look of that era, when waves of immigrant labor grappled for positions of power in the concrete jungles of a new country. […]
Call me stubborn, but I refuse to take our little car to the grocery store even when it’s below freezing. I just don’t see the point in running fossil fuel through a combustible engine to go 5 blocks and back. Most of the rest of the world walks this earth with the legs they were […]