by Charity Lee Jennings | Oct 4, 2017
I sat outside this historic home, the scurry of the city surrounding me, and sketched. The door opened and a young man approached. “Do you live here?” I said. “I take care of the place – it’s over a century old.” He watched me for a while then returned to the door....
by Charity Lee Jennings | Sep 27, 2017
A Younger, Braver Me, At The Wet-Market “I’ve got one,” Brian said, as he pulled a deep-fried worm from the gooey rice and let it dangle over his open mouth. It was our Family Fear Factor, during my parents’ and siblings’ first visit to China. “Do it!” my brother...
by Charity Lee Jennings | Sep 13, 2017
Walking by the canal, a fire catches my eye. At first sight one might think the sweet-looking elderly couple is enjoying a bonfire. But as my walk down the canal leads me closer, I know they are worshipping their ancestors. The seventh month of the lunar calendar is...
by Charity Lee Jennings | Sep 6, 2017
I thought it was just a drawing – it was more. The aloe plant I sketched belonged to my teenaged son and drawing it drew him to me. He doesn’t beg my attention. Like me, he always has a project on the go. Like me, he’s always looking for a chance to escape and...
