The last boxes have been delivered, the office papers have been sorted away, the debts have been corralled, the book keeping is being finalized, and the last sales have been deposited. It’s time for moving on.
Fifteen years of retail was an interesting project, albeit unprofitable. When I started, I offered a paper catalog that was the primary sales play. Internet was second. In the span of fifteen years, everything changed, and now even I must admit that the internet is my go-to for practically everything.
This week, a former customer from New York City contacted me regarding some hand-woven tortilla baskets they needed for their restaurant. They emailed back to say they were sad that my business closed, and that they wished me luck in my future endeavors, and that perhaps they should have purchased more from my business through the years. Ah, well.
Writing, Photographing and Storytelling through Food
So now, it will be writing and storytelling. The story line was there all along, as my focus has always been the beauty and goodness of our local food culture. But I live in an interesting time and space when people want to know more about the border. And so, I will continue to tell that story, but in words and photos, no longer with things and customer experiences.
And, after writing a short series on the realities of living on the Mexican border, I realize I do not want to be a journalist. Most journalists that craft honest critiques of our border culture have the luxury of reporting, and then hopping on a plane to return to their distant city. They can critique from the anonymity of elsewhere.
But I live here.
So, I will continue to write about food, and I will continue to photograph in my dark, still-life style. I will still post recipes, and nibbles of food history. And I promise, I will be more regular. It was difficult to write while moving boxes, and worrying about taxes.
But I will also begin to write fiction, as I feel it is the best way to speak honestly of border living, without offending, without incurring attention from anyone that feels my viewpoint needs correction, without the need to consider the option of hopping on a plane to get away from the people I write about.
I will do my best to tell our border story, from the perspective of here. Wish me luck.