It Made Sense… Mostly In Her Mind
I’m not sure what resonates more–the mind-blowing portraits by Amy Sherald, or the inspiration behind the Georgia-born and Baltimore-based artist’s work.:
The scope of my experiences involving race materialized from my upbringing in the south. While attending private schools and being one of two or three black children, I was raised to be conscious of how I acted, spoke and dressed. This performing aspect of my identity was cultivated from the beginning of my schooling. I learned this was the key to my social acceptance and assimilation. Drawing from these experiences, I am engaging from a personal perspective with the desire to extrapolate meaning on how identity is both constructed and performed within political, social, economic and cultural spheres.” Continue Reading…
… The iFlask makes it just that much more nonchalant so you can walk around not looking like THAT guy. 
Small Apples, 1984, Kristoffer Albrecht
This recipe for blackberry cordial goes out to my late Grandma Beck who, when offered tea, coca-cola or water during a visit to my in-laws, famously replied, “No, thank you. But I’ll have a scotch on the rocks.”
On the spur of the moment, we decided to take a quick jaunt (just four hours from Atlanta) over to Savannah. It was a total win-win—the girls got their frolic on at 
This story is called The Mexican Fisherman. If it were told by a Southerner, it would be called Going Around Your @$$ to Get to Your Elbow. Either way, it’s a very poetic reminder that sometimes we work hard to get the things we already have. Enjoy!
An American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.
I don’t normally recommend something that will clog your arteries, but I have a special relationship with bacon. And ya’ll know 
