Plastic Farm AnimalsCamille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
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.
I asked whether any of the buses had toilets. “No,” the man chuckled, “But all you have to do is tell the driver and he will stop the bus so you can set yourself free.”