Italian Plums Start Me on a Journey

Italian Plums Start Me on a Journey

Reading time: 2 minutes The first time I left Seattle to move far away, my dad gave me a big yellow bucket full of Italian plums. They came from the tree that was on the property where his business was. I ate on those plums all the way to Chicago, and they were...
My Black Friend wants to go Camping with Me

My Black Friend wants to go Camping with Me

Kyle didn’t take any photos of me building the fire, but here’s one of me flying a kite on the beach. Reading time: 4 minutes Black people famously – stereotypically – don’t like to go camping. But my friend Dominica said, she actually said, that she wants...
I Wish I had a Really Big Garden

I Wish I had a Really Big Garden

Reading time: 3 minutes Do you have a garden? Do you like it? Someday, I would love to have a really big garden and raise a lot of food for me and Kyle to eat. I read all these memoirs about people becoming farmers, or feeding themselves from their backyard vegetable...
Enticing my Black Husband to go Camping Again

Enticing my Black Husband to go Camping Again

Kyle taking photos at Lake Wenatchee Reading time: 3 minutes Kyle intended to only ever go camping with me once. I did get him to go camping a second time last year. But how did I get him to go a third time? I got him to go camping a third time by telling him that I...
Finishing My Husband’s Salad

Finishing My Husband’s Salad

After our meal. Reading time: 1 minute “Can I eat your salad?” I pointed my fork at the lettuce, radish slices, and avocado left on Kyle’s plate. “Go ahead,” he said. We were at Fonda La Catrina in Georgetown last Saturday, finishing up lunch. My huevos rancheros...

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