Plastic Farm Animals
“Nostalgia is a funny thing,” I said, looking at the flowers I’d forgotten to give to my friend, Ann, “Kind of like these limp roses.” We were standing on a weathered pier, looking out at the grey water of York River, trying to conjure up a connection with this place we had so often visited […]
With spider season in full swing my new favorite place to walk is Jordan Lake Dam. The trails behind our house are off limits as far as I’m concerned. Even if I swing a stick in front of me, I end up with spiders in my hair and webbing on my arms and legs. So […]
It’s no mystery that I’m beyond the honeymoon phase with Kumasi. Two of my latest three posts highlight my lack of patience for the gritty street life in my neighborhood. The dust, smoke, blowing garbage, stench, cat calls, begging, and honking – all have lost their charm. And yet, I refuse to stop walking. After […]
I’m afraid my triweekly strolls through the pages of National Geographic are no longer the charming forays they once were. The color, patterns, street traffic, headpans, cook fires and livestock have become less of a novelty. The experience has become threadbare, if you will, allowing the grit and stench to show through. The rustle of […]
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 […]