As a gardener and cook, I am obsessed with summer’s bounties. It is with great anticipation I await the first fruits of spring’s labor, knowing soon the garden will be bursting at its seams. Weekend evenings I rest my weary bones in the lake, catching a glimpse of a jumping fish while the cranes roost. I’m intoxicated by the aromas emitted from the grills surrounding the lake, and happily sigh knowing dinner will soon be served fromthe grill, just as it was in my youth.
A “practical” career search won’t lead to an inspired outcome. I want you to have an inspired outcome. That’s because you have a calling inside you as bright as ten thousand shooting stars. You are not empty or misaligned or born in the wrong time. It’s not like the world doesn’t need exactly what you have to give us, and desperately, I might add. But you are searching with the wrong tools. You are looking for butterflies with a shovel and a pick axe.
St. Charles Avenue, New Orleans, Lundi Gras, mid-afternoon.... Subtle madness in the Big Easy. The children standing on a wagon a few feet in front of me seem to contradict the general consensus that is Mardi Gras: Bourbon Street, beer, and partying. And truly, Mardi Gras isn’t any of that if you’re Uptown.
Living in Astoria, Queens, I am reminded about what makes the United States and, more specifically, New York, great. Astoria is filled with people speaking many languages, sitting and mingling at outdoor cafes, and rushing to catch the subway train heading toward Manhattan.
A compilation of art, photography, poetry by our contributors Shannon Hecht, Jason lamorris Rivers, Raven Keller, Mark Barkawitz, Debra Jennings, John Ritter, Randall Yarbrough and C. Debra Thomas.