When I was a little girl, my great-aunt Martelle lived on a hill in Mississippi. She had a huge pecan tree in the front yard which towered over the drive to the house. I remember rolling up the hill with my grandparents in my grandfather’s Buick, hearing the sound of pecan shells crushing and popping…
I traveled a great distance to be here and now. Across vast craggy mountains I climbed, stumbled and fell. Clinging to rock with bare fingers and broken nails, I thought I would die. I did not. Crawling, I continued, on hands and knees through bushes and briars, whose branches tangled and pulled at my hair,…
This recipe is delicious, could not possibly be easier, and is so good for you. 10 Tomatillos (leaves and stems removed) 1 Bunch of Fresh Cilantro / Corriander Leaves (a rose by any other name…) 5 Cloves of Garlic 2 Limes 1 Fresh Green Jalapeño 1 Small Yellow Onion Salt to taste Wash and quarter…
…and I mean that literally. It has been well known in certain ancient traditions that what a person thinks and says, especially repeatedly, are of the utmost importance. These thoughts and words become actions, evident in what a person does, reflected ultimately in the reality a person creates. When I was 19, the Jamaican singer,…
Is your stomach, not quite right? Does the hot pink color of the common American over the counter treatment frighten you? Well then, you’re in luck. This tea helps soothe indigestion, nausea and gas. 1 cinnamon stick 3 star anise clusters 4 cloves 1 1″x2″ piece of fresh peeled ginger Place all ingredients in a…
Writing about a recipe may seem wildly off topic here, but I assure you it’s not. Cooking is an alchemical process. Raw and diverse ingredients combine and transform to create something nourishing, healing, infused with love, and greater than the sum of its parts. This is the recipe for a version of chicken soup I…
There he stands. Dressed in red and white. He is black and strong. A warrior. He walks, unmarked, through the flame, he beats the drum. Virile. Lover and protector is he. Disguised as a woman, fair skinned, holy, sainted. He lives on. She is with him. Hips swaying. She moves. Dancing. Dancing to his drums….
What if ADD and dyslexia are not disabilities? What if they are actually abilities and only labeled as such because the “normal” (neuro-typical) brain is in greater abundance and simply does not understand the spatial nature of a dyslexic mind nor speed of a brain with ADD? ADD’ers and dyslexics are non linear, intuitive learners…
There are no words to describe it really. I can only speak of the feeling. It starts deep within me at the base of my spine and spreads upward with a warmth and tingling, throbbing even. Up to my belly it goes. Hot, aching, reaching my heart. Down my arms into my hands; alive with…
She was dead. So well loved was she. Still, one vulture came repeatedly, to pick over the corpse. The old man called, “Come quickly, she’s taking everything of value.” She could not go. She could not participate. What the old woman wanted her to have, she placed lovingly in her hand, days before death came…