Waiting for Joey

I am sitting at the corner of 14th Street and West Peachtree Road in Midtown Atlanta at the largest Whole Foods in the southeastern United States, a stone’s throw from where not one but two people riding scooters were killed by motor vehicle drivers, prompting Mayor Keisha Lance Bottoms to launch an urgent safe-streets initiative…

2020

Those of us who take photos of bikes have been waiting a long time for this day . . .

Truth? I’m scared.

Truth? I’m scared to death. I am leaving everyone and everything I know to live in a village in Africa without running water and electricity for two years. And at 56 years old, with 30 years of marriage and a comfortable house in suburbia, that’s asking a lot. But with the world in crisis and the…

Peace out

Posts leading up to the launch of my blog series about the Peace Corps

Bravo, NYC, UPS (and Citibike)

So here is the windy-day photo my 86-year-old dad took of me two weeks ago standing in front of something like 100 Citibikes in New York City between the two historic original buildings of Metropolitan Life Insurance Company (now known as MetLife), where I walked from Penn Station with him (it was his old commute…

Protests

I have no protest photos from ten years ago. (Were protests happening then but my privilege kept me from them?) My first protest photo was from seven years ago at the One Billion Rising protest in Downtown Atlanta’s Piedmont Park when people flash-mobbed the exact same choreography (by Debbie Allen) to the exact same song (written…

Family

I found this Momma Bread photo from ten years ago, and I thought about how I made yet another batch of it last week for Thanksgiving, slathered with roasted garlic harvested in June from our garden. This November, by the way, was the first year I didn’t plant next year’s garlic. It will be the…

Older friends

Almost ten years ago to the day, I met up with my then-81-year-old friend Rod at the community garden greenhouse we were bringing back to life when I noticed he wasn’t well (sharp pain and a drooping face, folks). I ended up calling 911 and he was rushed to the hospital. Perhaps I saved his…