I know my vegetables. I know each of them. Spend hours here each week on your hands and knees, and you will know what it means to commune with your food.
Bounty [dinner table]
I’ve known these carrots all their lives. These tomatoes, too. Food like this should be a right, not a privilege: Food that doesn’t require a can or cardboard box to get from field to table.
Lerato: The Journey Itself [home]
From concrete and public transportation to bushveld soil and Land Rovers. Finding myself, my heart, and my home inside a small Lowveld village, the wide-open bush, and the soul of a trails guide.
The Evolution of Place [home]
When I moved to Atlanta, I never expected to stay. This city was just a place, a tangle of Peachtree Streets, glossy cars in narrow lanes, scary neighborhoods south of town, a hyper bar scene, high-end shopping and Southern food.
