I have always loved shacks. Something about the wood. The falling apart and still standing. The South (that includes “developing” countries closer to the equator). So when I saw this little red shack in the window of the University of Alabama’s Paul R. Jones Museum this past Sunday, I knew I had to return to… Continue reading on shacks
Shared close ups of my “Church Ladies” piece with a new friend today. It’s now above my home office desk after being part of a recent exhibit at the Dinah Washington Cultural Arts Center. Still digging Solange’s latest. Yassss, #Floridawater.
Next week, I present at the SEWSA conference in Oxford, MS, my first paper addressing the acclaimed novelist-playwright-anthropologist Zora Neale Hurston’s understudied time in Miami during the winter and spring of 1950. On the heels of an unfortunate event that nearly drove her to suicide in 1948, she briefly lived on a boat she was… Continue reading zora on my mind
Key West still in my rear view (and that which gives me carpal tunnel). Feeling blessed. Saw my “Amen Corner” in my Am Civ class on first day of teaching. Let’s do this, Spring 2019. #RollTide #TheU
My talk at the Key West Art and Historical Museum went well, I think. It was great meeting a member of the audience from the “Sawyers” of the Bahamas. She is also of Swiss and Seminole descent, if memory serves. I loved seeing the buildings and trees (and roosters) that summoned thoughts of Miami. So… Continue reading key west trip went well
It’s late, but I am packed. Before bed, I looked through a scrapbook and found this old picture of me in my twenties. I am standing in Key West at the southernmost point of the United States. The year is 1992. Headed there to speak 6pm Thursday at Custom House, 281 Front Street in Key… Continue reading black Bahamians in Key West and Beyond
School starts next week. A new year is upon us. Looking forward to upcoming conversation concerning race and space on the Florida peninsula with the Bahamas in view. Above is a photo of turn of the century Bahamian women of African descent in Coconut Grove, the first community I called home in South Florida. Many… Continue reading new year