Connie’s Bike Needs a New Home

So years ago my friend Connie and I hiked around Arabia Mountain at sunrise on Mother’s Day, and I guess I was talking about riding a bike (surprise, surprise) when she replied she’d like to get a new bike someday. I mentioned that there’s no guarantee how long we’d be able to ride them and…

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

Runoff elections. Insurrection. A much-needed escape for reflection. And yet, there is no quiet. The earth throbs with energy and the pulsating presence of its life force punctures our short winter here in the southeastern United States. Birds and buds and flowing water surrounds me. Mossy green and fresh, new clover abounds. I leap between…

Good News!

Good news! If you missed out on a coronavirus garden in 2020, it’s actually time again here in Metro Atlanta (in fact, my fall garden is still producing kale, arugula, and herbs daily). They say that planting a seed is the ultimate act of faith in the future. I found it helped. My book and…

Surviving the Winter

I snip the flowering tarragon, yet again, and tuck it into a wine bottle vase I had cut one day over the kitchen sink. I add rosemary, and the scents commingle, the licorice of black jelly beans and the heady evergreen of memory. The vase sits in my car’s cupholder while I stop to ride…

Muscadines!

Muscadines are cascading everywhere right now, and I gather them in fists, in bags. Sometimes alone, sometimes with my friend, Caryn. Always on bike. If interested, there is a whole section about free public fruit in both of my books: Food for My Daughters and Traveling at the Speed of Bike!

A Final Harvest

As with people, there is only so much you can ask of crops, and they feel the change in time, in temperature, too. And now, a final harvest of the okra before letting some grow to serve as seeds of change for our unknown future — as is the sole remaining purpose of maybe me,…

New Chapter

I’ve written the next chapter of Leaving Suburbia for the Peace Corps, but, sorry, I’m not sharing it yet! All work from here on is exclusive to the forthcoming book. You can take a free 23-minute sneak peek at the first few chapters here, if interested.

More Heart than Holes

The recycled-newspaper basket that my older daughter’s boyfriend gave me when he visited last Thanksgiving held the daily harvest as it sat on the edge of the kitchen sink while I got a pot to cook the lemongrass and mint into a tea. As I turned around and caught a view of it, with our…

Census

Today’s the Great Georgia Pollinator Census and I am excited to share that this year I have had more pollinators than the last five years combined. Bees, butterflies, dragonflies, hummingbirds, the works. And that means daily harvests of food. My daughters were here recently (one for five months, and the other for five weeks). And…

Art Gallery!

We’re all missing things and trying to find our way forward. Many of us are trying to see how we can transcend limitations and create new realities. Four big things I miss during this pandemic are hugs, abundant public fruit, public art, and strangers*. Here’s how I’m addressing that, including my latest excitement about art:…