Plastic Farm AnimalsCamille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
Without reading any of the Op Eds regarding Obama’s inaugural speech this past Sunday, I must say I was impressed. Politicians are notorious for saying the right things and Obama is an accomplished public speaker. Watching the nineteen minute speech, I found myself daring to hope that this presidential term will serve to steer the United States […]
Anticipation was palpable in the crowd of Ghanaians awaiting two flights from America at the Accra airport on January 12. Bob and I were in harmony with the others and yet isolated, each heart beating with a different face in mind. We shifted from leg to leg, leaning against the railing and then standing straight […]
A friend of mine in Colorado asked me over the phone the other day if there was poverty in Kumasi. For a few seconds I searched for an answer. “It depends.” I said. If you are measuring the lifestyle of Ghanaians by American standards, then yes, there is poverty here. The CIA world factbook states […]
Harmattan is upon us and so one of my New Year’s Resolution’s is to dedicate about 2 hours a day, six days a week to keeping the dust down. Harmattan is what happens when the prevailing winds shift to come out of the north east, blowing Saharan dirt down to Ghana. Our world is at […]
It’s that time of year again, time to look back and sum it all up. What stands out most in my mind is the difference between the first and last six months of the year. In June, Bob and I left the American South to live in Africa. We moved from Pittsboro, North Carolina a […]