I went to the Sharing Garden, yet again, at the community garden for refugees-of-war in the most diverse square mile in the USA. I had created it a year and a half ago when my scheduled […]

I went to the Sharing Garden, yet again, at the community garden for refugees-of-war in the most diverse square mile in the USA. I had created it a year and a half ago when my scheduled […]
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 […]
Hi, all. You may have seen me gathering buttercups. I use them as an accent on handcrafted plantable-paper packaging for my upcycled earrings made from old bike tubes from REI (and other bike waste). These […]
The person for whom I’ve been preparing this garden the past eight months (unbeknownst to either of us) appeared yesterday. As usual when these things happen, he seemed to drop out of thin air. And […]
So my trip from home to Clarkston, Georgia via bike is long, and I’m not linear so there are often many stops. This day — in addition to my usual checking on the free public […]
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. […]
Clarkston (which became the most diverse square mile in the USA with people from 60 countries speaking 110 dialects, following a concentration of refugee resettlement there starting in the 1980s) is changing, and it’s changing […]
This is a developing story as the humanitarian crises in Afghanistan and Haiti intensify. Here’s what I know so far regarding the State of Georgia (where I live), with opportunities to help close to home […]