And Yet, Here I Am

My Burmese neighbor at the community garden for refugees-of-war crouches low and watches me water. She shows up almost every time I’m there, either because she goes there a lot or because she sees me from her apartment next door and comes. She likes to chat but we don’t speak each other’s languages however hard…

“Good, right?”

I was leaving when I saw them. The cinderblocks. It was Bob again, I knew. I had carried a dozen or so of them up a little hill to create my first community garden bed way back in 2009 when where he lived (and I still do) became the newest city in the United States…

“Checking on the Garden” Ride

As a PeopleForBikes Ambassador, I create and share bike riding stories on their app, Ridespot. (I also participate in bike-industry-sponsored challenges where money gets donated to those in need, and I earn fun patches. Join me!) Here is my latest Ride Story. You can see more of them here. ___ It’s always good to have…

God’s Work (or Bob’s Work)

It’s a very specific feeling, and I recognize it.  It feels like God’s work. Or Bob’s work.  Bob was my friend with whom I created or rejuvenated about a dozen food-growing gardens in Metro Atlanta. We built a pilot garden for the first school for refugee-children-of-war in the United States, which was gonna be a…