Plastic Farm AnimalsCamille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
Today we cross the U.S. border for the first time since leaving in June, 2012. We’ll arrive back in the country of our birth tanned, ready and rested albeit a bit jet-lagged from a long day of travel. Our wonderful friends Jason and Haruka will have stocked our refrigerator with produce grown next door on […]
Q. So, how does it feel to be leaving Kumasi? A. It feels like the end of a play I’ve been acting in, like curtains drawing closed across dirt stage littered in plastic, slowly pinching off the sound of the roosters, taxis, chain saws, crows, bulbuls and Muslims. It feels like a sigh of relief. […]
Last week I found myself trapped in a conversation with a young Ghanaian who wanted to know if I had accepted Jesus into my life. This sort of thing happens frequently in Kumasi and as always, I have to decide whether to engage or walk away. Religion is not the taboo conversational topic here that […]
Hello. My name is Camille and I’m a workaholic… Once again I face my lifelong nemesis, my inner over-achiever. I am determined to scale back my efforts before leaving Ghana lest I return to the States and throw myself headlong into my old life without taking time to consider my alternatives. Superwoman I do not […]
Let’s say I live in a household of five, I’ve just read an inspiring article about composting and I want to start a compost pile. Based on our last post “A Clear Vision – How Change Happens” here’s how I would make this happen. Established Authority – We have a leader and it is I […]