THE RIGHT TO BE

  When I was a child, I spoke like a man. I sang songs that spoke life into The very core of my people. I taught my lips to bless all that blessed me.   I am a child of the soil and my feet are firm and…

This Issue: Joy!!

We commence!  We are holding 2018 to what we envision at Garden Spices, Joy.  The news may tell us differently, but we are affirming we can find joy in our living, no matter what our circumstances.  As usual, joy, like all gifts, resides within us.  Our contributors invite…

Sarin’s Thai: Veggie Up!

This is Sarin’s Kitchen, year round – VEGGIES!  How to get them goin’?  Buy ’em! Cut ’em up! Prepare ’em   Som Tom (Green Papaya Salad) with Seafood Ingredients: 2 cups of shredded green papaya 1-2 tbs Thai snake beans (or green beans) cut into 1 inch sticks…

Count it all Joy

“Count it all joy, my brothers [and sisters], when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing. “James: 1:2-4 Joy is that…

Bernie Basley Photography: Belize

The Blues comes wrapped in a tranquil and beautiful country, BELIZE.   Diverse in culture and inviting to the senses, Belize is a willing subject for photographer, Bernie Basley. – Bernie Basley Bernie loves to take pictures.  He earned his Bachelor’s degree in TV Production from Columbia College Chicago,…

Starrdust: Cultivating Joy

You know how it begins: someone says something that triggers you; you hear a certain inflection in the tone of someone’s voice; a car speeds up to prevent you from changing lanes so you can turn; someone’s child is throwing a tantrum and handling it differently than you’d…

The Elusiveness of Joy

I find writing prompts and assignments to be rather easy most of the time, which is why the assignment to write about ‘joy’ surprised me; I couldn’t think of a single thing. No, I’m not a dark person, nor am I melodramatic, or anything of the sort. I…

I Choose Joy

Not knowing her future forces us to live and find Joy in the present. My mother’s name is Sarah and she will be 93 in January. Her majestic face is strengthened by high, chiseled cheekbones and deeply set eyes that bestow upon her an enviable, timeless beauty. My…

On the Path: Life Just Opens Up A Keeping of Records: Alice Walker

A Snapshot from my Journal, Saturday, July 18, 2009 In search of other critical voices to support my essay on Chinua Achebe’s poem, Refugee Mother and Her Child, I journeyed to the Emory University Woodruff Library in Atlanta, Georgia. After browsing their database and recording some prospective resources,…