When home morphs into space
Thoughts on decoupling home from place…
Thoughts on decoupling home from place…
My little green book opened the world to me…
It took me almost two years of living in Sweden to realize that I wasn’t raised on cream-based sauces. Over the last two weeks, I’ve been feverishly shopping for anything that could be used in a pot of African stew. I’ve traversed Stockholm hitting some of my pseudo-African/Ethnic joints to pick up yams, ripe plantains, …
A young Muslim girl wearing a white hijab with white powder and YĂČrubĂĄ tribal marks on her face
Got upcoming work in AFAR, Heart & Soul, & on Fodors.com. Currently working a couple publication leads too. Will share more as they get closer to fruition.
Neatly plowed green fields roll past us. Iâve always wondered what shade of green those fields are.