I wondered how she would define home, and it got me thinking about my own definition. I felt a list forming in my head of specific descriptors and conditions, none of which are necessarily: "Home is where you live right now."
September 28, 2011
Home
During a recent phone conversation with my sister, when I mentioned my hope that hopefully my husband and I will have some part of our lives rooted at 'home' within the next few years, my sister interrupted me, asking me where I think 'home' is. "You've moved so many times, I just can't imagine where you feel like home is." I was startled by the question; it's clear to me that I consider Minnesota home. It made me wonder if what is in my head is not accurately conveyed to the outside world.
I wondered how she would define home, and it got me thinking about my own definition. I felt a list forming in my head of specific descriptors and conditions, none of which are necessarily: "Home is where you live right now."
I wondered how she would define home, and it got me thinking about my own definition. I felt a list forming in my head of specific descriptors and conditions, none of which are necessarily: "Home is where you live right now."
September 27, 2011
Ginger and Hibiscus
Break off a chunk of ginger and cut off the hard skin. Chop the fresh ginger into small pieces and toss into a bowl or large glass that can accommodate very hot or boiling water. Throw in several dried hibiscus flowers.
September 24, 2011
September 22, 2011
Vintage Video: Mr. Okra and More
Unfortunately, I am not skilled at taking video. However, these clips still give the basic idea of what normal days in New Orleans look and sound like. I found them recently while cleaning out old electronic files on my computer.
Here is Mr. Okra driving around the neighborhood in April 2008, selling produce from the back of his truck. Sorry that I forgot that you can't turn the camera that way while filming.
September 18, 2011
"Kuwait on the Prairie"
As far as we can tell, there is no oil in Minnesota. Mostly, as we observe what having oil can do for and to a community, we have been grateful that the place that we call home would not be used and abused by the boom and bust cycles which plague the modern oil economy. During visits home, I have been happy about the lack of random derricks and rusted out equipment lingering in fields. I have felt grateful that prices of food, fuel and housing do not feel as artificially inflated resulting from oil companies temporarily pouring money and people into a place.
On the other hand, there is the Bakken formation, in western North Dakota. Growing up, all I knew of North Dakota was Fargo, where my parents were born and raised. I knew that it was cold, even colder than where I had lived in Minnesota, and that many people I knew from the area around our cabin lived in Fargo during the times they were not enjoying the Minnesota lakes, where we all spent as much time as possible.
On the other hand, there is the Bakken formation, in western North Dakota. Growing up, all I knew of North Dakota was Fargo, where my parents were born and raised. I knew that it was cold, even colder than where I had lived in Minnesota, and that many people I knew from the area around our cabin lived in Fargo during the times they were not enjoying the Minnesota lakes, where we all spent as much time as possible.
September 05, 2011
September 01, 2011
The Bright Side of August 31st
With the silly job hoopla yesterday, I almost forgot to write about the great part of the day. The cool part, not the good-result-covered-in-corporate-mess-part.
Finally, I wore a dress to work that I imagined, drafted a pattern for, and sewed by hand. It wasn't quite right for a while, and then I shortened it for easier daily wear with boots this fall. Here's how it went down:
Finally, I wore a dress to work that I imagined, drafted a pattern for, and sewed by hand. It wasn't quite right for a while, and then I shortened it for easier daily wear with boots this fall. Here's how it went down:
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