Fast Food Life and the Hunger for Something Real

Fast Food Life and the Hunger for Something Real

I grew up under oak trees in Raleigh, North Carolina. They were my steady companions through every season of my childhood: green in the summer, red, orange, brown and yellow in the fall, bare and beautiful in winter. I watched them grow as I did. But inside our house,...
Food Tells Our Stories and Gives Us Hope

Food Tells Our Stories and Gives Us Hope

I am a pessimist by design. My eyes fix in an upward glance, scanning the horizon for the other shoe to drop—a true believer in Murphy’s Law. Over the years, this has produced a mantra that can, like the prophets’ message, burn inside me at such an...