Plastic Farm AnimalsCamille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
Our social calendar was nearly affected by a cop and robber show reminiscent of the Wild West, complete with a story about corpses laid out in front of the police station for viewing. “The display of the bodies of the three men at the forecourt of the Buffalo Unit of the police, attracted a large […]
Call me Spartan, but I prefer life without air conditioning. Open windows remind me of my childhood, a time when I knew the rhythms of my neighborhood intimately through its many voices. The song of robins, the squeal of the school bus brakes, the rumble of the trash truck, my neighbors calling out to one […]
Rediscovering real Italian pizza in an Irish household in Ghana.
I knew it was going to be a good day when I got up and realized that both the lights (Ghanaian for electricity) AND the water were on. I heard the washing machine chugging away before I left our bed and knew the gods were smiling on us. When I reached the kitchen, I saw […]
This isn’t the V.I.P bus, but it’s the first to leave Tamale, so our blue duffle now sits in cargo on top of a motorcycle next to a stack of crisp goat skins.