Unbeknownst to me, I was walking on fresh food growing in the yard! This foraging class helped cure my “plant blindness,” seeing all the potential culinary treasures at my feet.
We’re in a pandemic, and some of my friends have fallen ill. I feel helpless. Normally, I’d be able to visit them at the hospital or in their home. But the contagion has prevented me from spending valuable time with the people I love. Growing up, I practiced a mindset
On Monday night, I head to Wanda Tyson’s house — my grandmother who I call Mama. Wanda Dietz, a life-long family-friend, is there to help, too. They both hackle me for my tardiness. “But Mama! It’s raining ice. I took my time.” “Ok,” she says. “Are you coming straight from
I like to watch how people treat “the help.” It’s a way to glimpse inside the person’s character. I come from a working class background. My mother, for example, cleans houses for a living. As a single mom without the ability to pay for childcare, she often brought me to
On Dec. 29, 2020, the Carlisle Livestock Auction closed its doors. Luckily, I was able to celebrate the end of an agricultural era by selling a dozen chickens.
To preserve their dominance, 19th century owners demanded that enslaved people wear inferior clothes as a clear sign of the social hierarchy. Once freed, Jane Keenheel repurposed the fabric into a quilt that showcased her skills, kept her family warm, and symbolized her independence.