Plastic Farm AnimalsCamille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
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 […]
It happened yesterday on the Winter Solstice. The Mayan calendar ran out. As far as I can tell, not much has changed here in Kumasi. Back in the States many of our friends have been looking forward this day, certain it would herald an end of the world as we know it. Or at least […]
Once again, senseless violence has the survivors scrambling to make sense of the unfathomable. I get a lot of my news from Facebook. Or from Bob who often sees it first on Facebook. Last night, as I headed upstairs to start working on dinner, Bob told me about the latest American horror in which a 20-year-old took […]