15 Jul 2019

The Tattoo…

The Tattoo…

A changing of the shifts. Her henna dry. And a chance meeting with Mr. Lucas, a Pfister icon. Dressed in a baby blue sport coat, he greets them all by name. It was a Wednesday and Kelly and I were sitting at the bar. She was here on her day off for henna, something we […]

30 Jun 2019

I Wonder…

I Wonder…

Tonight the piano plays and the lobby lounge sings with the sound of their voices and the song of their laughter. There is a group of 15, tables of 2-3 and me, hidden in the background. I sit and watch and wonder, where are they all from? What are they all doing here? How do […]

19 Jun 2019

where basketball meets art…

where basketball meets art…

“you can call me anything” he said with the kindest of smiles we were in rosy’s studio he was playing the guitar and i was seeking refuge it had been an exciting weekmy firstas the pfister’s narrator there was orientation a video shoota trip to the indian grocery storeand keys to the kingdom they were an […]

11 Jun 2019

25 Cups of Tea

25 Cups of Tea

Lost in the back of the house, I follow the friendly faces behind the scenes at the Pfister to the main kitchen. It is almost 8:30 am and time to make chai. In between pinching myself and asking how it is that I get to be here in the kitchen of the Pfister, one of […]

9 Jun 2019

Paul’s Spirit

Paul’s Spirit

It was my first Saturday at the Pfister as the Narrator and I was nervous. When the parking lot was full, I almost drove away. Telling myself that I could come back another day. But instead, I found my way inside to the lobby bar where I first saw her— older, with the same white […]

4 Jun 2019

travel to india and experience the art of henna here at the pfister…

travel to india and experience the art of henna here at the pfister…

as a little girl, my love for henna awakened me and all of my senses in a way that has never left me and even now the smell takes me back to india, on the floor of my grandfather’s flat, there is singing and spirited conversation— the kind that only comes when women gather to […]