The image appeared only for a fleeting moment. I was concentrating so hard on the photos that flashed on the screen in the Tuskegee Airmen documentary that I had almost missed it. But there he was…
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African American natural hair as art
Posted in African American women, Art, and Hair
Sonya Clark is a fiber artist who uses her own hair as her medium. She weaves human hair – black women’s natural hair – onto canvases, the backs of chairs, into jewelry and even mixing it…
Book with photos of Booker T. Washington’s legacy
Posted in Black history, and Books
The book was half-buried under others in a box at the auction house. I had almost missed it, with its black and faded gold lettering against a very dark background – a senseless combination it…
The jukebox was like a grand old maestro curling its forefinger in a come-hither motion for me to check it out there on a landing outside the auction house. It was a big metal beast,…
A creepy bunny rabbit just in time for Halloween
Posted in Halloween, Toys, and Uncategorized
The bunny’s body was furry white – clean, in fact, for a child’s toy – but there was something oddly disconcerting about that face. It lacked whiskers, a knobby nose and puffy cheeks. Its face…
Golfing, divots and a game of pure fun
Posted in Black history, collectibles, and Sports
In my head, I can still see my golf buddy Gerald bent over a divot in the green grass, a small two-fanged tool in his hand, carefully repairing the groove he’d just made with his…
The stuff of our lives and what they reveal about us
Posted in collectibles, dishware, Dolls, furniture, Home, and Personal items
This woman surely loved dolls and stuffed animals. They were all over and under the tables, and stacked in plastic bags under trees at the side of her house. They gave the first inkling of…
The red candy-striped fingernails were transfixing. They held me in place there in the auction house, willing me to stop my casual stroll among the other artwork and pay attention to them. If that was…
Church pews. That’s what I saw as the words formed in my head when I rounded the corner and came face to face with the long oak benches on the loading dock at the auction…
The long row of phonographs looked like a collection gone bad. They were in various states of disrepair, they were dusty, and they were neglected. The auction house staff had laid them out side by…