People always asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I was too frightened to tell them, “writer.” For all the reasons you might imagine and a few more.
So I went to work for newspapers … I collected degrees. All the while I wrote–and published–and writhed with discomfort whenever someone asked me what I was. Until, that is, I became the Goddess of Gumbo.
The Goddess of Gumbo began as the title of my poetry collection–now it’s a nom de plume, the fictive “I”/eye, of Kendra Hamilton, M.F.A., Ph.D.
What’s the blog about?
Well, you could call it an exploration of global soul: soul as in the music that was the soundtrack of my childhood; soul as in the food that came from land we cultivated and that nourished our bodies and kept our families strong; soul as in the spirit that binds all life, the spirit of giving and loving to the fullest in a fallen and suffering world.
There’s a lot cooking going on in this kitchen.
Come, set a spell, rest yo’self–and read awhile.