by Charity Lee Jennings | Jun 14, 2018
Living in China, I’ve grown to adore oriental gardens. This spring I made it my goal to walk through the gardens in our community daily and many times I passed a little scene thinking, I would love to draw that. Some days I set out with the intention of capturing such...
by Charity Lee Jennings | Nov 8, 2017
How many days can I go without a shower? I ask myself this as I fill pots with water, and arrange them on the counter, creating a strange sort of art. I have twenty more minutes. When Brian got the message last night, we got the boys filling buckets then I took the...
by Charity Lee Jennings | Jun 8, 2017
Dumplings for lunch became a pleasant part of our lives, as did interactions with the dumpling makers. One day, low on groceries, my son and I again took the horseshoe walk to the bao zi shop, but instead of steaming dumplings we found a lock and chains. We peered...
by Charity Lee Jennings | May 29, 2017
“Is he selling bao zi?” I asked Brian as I motioned to a new vendor. “Looks like it.” We both walked toward a shop as small as a closet. Excitement and apprehension knotted together in my stomach. I like trying new things, so why apprehension? The taste of the food?...
by Charity Lee Jennings | Apr 6, 2017
My son ran ahead, the red dirt of the road under his Thomas the Train runners, the sun reflecting off his white-blonde hair. I smiled, blissfully unaware of the danger ahead. We had found a dirt road, nearly deserted, and finally escaped the watching eyes of new...
by Charity Lee Jennings | Mar 2, 2017
Though care and trouble may be mine, As down life’s path I roam, I’ll heed them not while still I have A world of love at home. ~J.J. Reynolds Have you read My Hiding Place – Part 1? Mr. I pulled his chair so it was touching mine and sat. I shifted away. If this...
