By Rockie GIlford. Take a moment and imagine yourself as a farmer standing in a vast open field. The sun hangs high in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the landscape. As you take a deep breath, you can smell the earthy aroma of the soil beneath your feet.
By Elizabeth Barger, I’m a storyteller. I have been one for more than 20+ years, but not the storyteller that you might think. I’m a storyteller to littles, aka, Kindergarten students in Corpus Christi, Texas. I’m dramatic. I make faces, and I use my hands A LOT.
By Maria Luisa Ornelas-June. Serendipity marked my path to becoming a Texas Folklife Fellow.
B. C. (Before COVID)
When COVID forced everyone to stop, I,too, stopped. But as everyone looked forward to the easing of restrictions, I took the time to look back. I looked at my ancestors and at
By Imgard Khosravi. I have a memory of my grandmother’s compound in Kenya, where the grass was covered in dew that sparkled like fragments of mirrors in the sun. The sounds of the animals filled the air: the hens clucked, the sheep bleated, the birds cooed, and the cows mooed.
By Laura Villareal. My interest in seed saving as a response to the climate crisis began last summer at Oak Spring Garden Foundation. I was working on my second poetry collection which explores the power of naming and human connections to the natural world and found myself perusing Oak Spring’s library for books to spark my writing.