Memory as medicine“I’m real proud of Stumptown, I know I’m a long way from Stumptown but I can’t forget, that’s my roots. That’s my roots.” — Sophie Dixon…Feb 1, 2023Feb 1, 2023
Get on the ground“Get on the ground,” my friend and neighbor Odell Irby often says, referring to the importance of in person encounters. And he means it…Oct 19, 2022Oct 19, 2022
Shakespeare and StumptownEmbracing multiple truths is not easy in a culture that prefers binaries, that tends to simplify complex realities into good/bad…Sep 1, 2022Sep 1, 2022
What happened to Hill Street?Hill Street was a historically Black neighborhood in Asheville, NC. Have you heard of it? Likely not. Its story, like the homes which once…Aug 1, 2022Aug 1, 2022
Numbers vs. narrativesThe onset of the pandemic and quarantine in 2020 inspired a deeper awareness of my relationship with my neighborhood, leading me to…Jun 6, 2022Jun 6, 2022
Mooseman’s RecordsA few years ago, our friend Damion “DJ Supaman” Smith called to see if my sweetie Jason Krekel could take some boxes of records that were…May 26, 2022May 26, 2022
Montford & Stumptown StoriesWhen I last wrote, it was wonderings on water. Today, I am examining earth; specifically the patch of soil upon which I live. The rooted…Feb 20, 2022Feb 20, 2022
History, accountability, and homeIn 1998, I made a decision that would greatly shape my life — I bought a small bungalow in the Montford neighborhood. Fast forward to 2021…Jun 7, 2021Jun 7, 2021