by Lise Funderburg | Nov 12, 2008 | Uncategorized, Word Up
This meditation on race was originally published in Breathe magazine in 2005, but it seems to fit with at least one stream of post-election dialogue. I have a white mother and a black father. In most contexts, the white part announces itself to the world first. But I...
by Lise Funderburg | Nov 5, 2008 | Uncategorized
Yes, I cried in the voting booth on Tuesday, thinking of my father, recently passed, who would have rejoiced to see this day. Thinking about my grandfather, who, at great personal peril, registered his neighbors on Colored Folks Hill, in rural Jasper County, Georgia,...
by Lise Funderburg | Oct 7, 2008 | Food
Sebastian, John, and Claudia take the Sawzall to a second deer, donated to the at-home charcuterians by a local bow-hunting club that culls the population in Philadelphia area parks.
by Lise Funderburg | Oct 7, 2008 | Food
THE DAILY SPECIAL: Tomatoes from Triangulation Farm (the community garden plot Margaret, John, and I took on this year) topping off toasted slices of Metropolitan Bakery’s multigrain sourdough…slathered with butter and mayo and fresh-ground pepper…and –...
by Lise Funderburg | Aug 22, 2008 | THRIFT
My first memory, age 4, is of where I was when JFK was shot: in a thrift store (the still-extant Hamper Shop of Lankenau Hospital, to be precise). It was the perfect place for my budget-conscious mom to find clothes for her three girls, including fancy dresses and...
