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.
Survivors [independence]
Each week, domestic violence survivors gather for a support group. To an outsider, the successes here can sometimes feel so miniscule, you might wonder why they matter. But they do.
Waiting Room [sanctuary]
The doctor’s waiting room might be an unlikely haven. For me, it’s a cool and dimly lit cocoon, safe from the crises of the world outside.
The State of Darkness… [hope]
Hope. Dreams. And Reality. A world away, wishing for light, sitting in darkness.
Onward [hope]
… for the past several years, hope of the American kind has been in short supply. I suspect that this was not entirely George W. Bush’s doing. I suspect that the scarcity of hope, in fact, was no one person’s doing at all, but that the American dream has been eroding since its inception.
Burning Bush [hope]
Everyone we know wanted to be in D.C. today. Some folks made it. We did not. So Trish said, “Why don’t we have our own inaugural ball?”
Unfinished Business [downtown]
Although the face of Atlanta’s historic downtown is changing, it remains a socioeconomic melting pot, the place where worlds divided, black and white, converge.
