Celebrating Our Differences
There is something in me always longing to be released, unfettered, free. It expresses as laughter or escapes under cover of laughter or as a condition for laughter. I don’t know the what or how of it, I only know it cracks me Up! Shoving…
We met Bernie and Garnet’s daughter as Garnet. She has nicknamed herself, Gigi and has taken the Grand Palace in Thailand by storm! Not really. Her dad takes pictures and caught Gigi exploring the beauty of the Palace. The Grand Palace is the most famous landmark in Bangkok. …
Let me introduce myself. I’m Pepper, aka Chicken. My dads, RJ and Pepe, are crazy about me and so are my fans. Whenever I show up, people can’t help but chuckle. So…have a laugh on me. Oh…Would you care for some of Pepe’s oatmeal banana bread? …
Malika Jackson is an artist living and working in Chicago, Illinois Her works have been exhibited at galleries, festivals and exhibitions. She recently matriculated from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago with a MFA. Completed a six month residency at the Hyde Park Art Center –…
I had not seen my dear sistah/friend, Debra McCain, in over 30 years. Her visit with me brought us up to date, and I told her about Garden Spices. She told me that her sister, Romaine Head, was now doing artwork. How? When? I had to see…
“Uncle Bernie” Basley caught images of then, 4-years-old, Morgan Bennett, affectionately known as, Merks. At age 12, Morgan still has big laughs and big jokes, but these shots capture his sense of humor. – Victorine – Bernie Basley Bernie loves to take pictures. He earned his Bachelor’s degree in…
She’s fixing the smudge of red on her lip that she just picked up in the rear view mirror as she checked if it was safe to throw the lukewarm dregs of leftover coffee in the paper cup out of the passenger side of her car into the…
It was just another unpainted clapboard house dotting the rural southern landscape neglected ravaged by the elements long void of human life The winter of 1995 traveling on Montgomery HWY 31 South would change all that A friend seeing a white woman jogging along the highway…
These city walls with cracks for ears and polished windows for eyes. They know. They know how the cobble stone massages the soles of our feet when our eyes meet eyes. They see. They see how gin and cigarettes become incense to awaken desire of an otherwise lost…
On the day you were reborn by the stream where we first kissed Do you remember the daughters of the water dancing in the mist? On the day you were reborn I lifted you out of the stream and set you high in the tree of life…