Plastic Farm AnimalsCamille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
One of many reasons we moved to Ghana a year ago was because the national language is English. In Kumasi, one out of every twenty people I encounter has a passable grasp of English enabling us to communicate on a very superficial level. The other nineteen speak primarily Twi or French with a few rudimentary […]
It was a close call. And an eye-opener. Daniel nearly died of heat stroke. He had walked the few dusty blocks to the main road in the heat of the day and returned in a taxi to collapse just inside our front gate. Fortunately, Bob was sitting at his desk with a view of the […]
Oh boy, here’s a big story today about GMO wheat. “GMO wheat?” you ask, “Didn’t think there was such a thing.” Well, now there is. Genetically modified wheat has risen from the dead zone of the American consciousness to frighten us into a new level of awareness. According to this AP News Story: Japan has […]
Sometimes you just have to take matters into your own hands. After months of walking the streets of Kumasi, finding friends homes and hidden shops, I found myself increasingly frustrated when trying to retrace my footsteps without a map. Not to mention the embarrassment after securing a ride to a place I’d been before on […]
I was growing increasingly more impatient as I made my way down the already steaming street to meet a friend at her house. First, it was the young boy who followed me several blocks asking me for money until I turned to him and said with the full force of my irritation, “Go your way!” […]