Category: Willows, Memories from Back Home
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Thanksgiving
We miss you. My Mother prepares the Thanksgiving meal. Every year one of the traditional things that she makes are butter cookies that she cuts out with a red cookie cutter that is shaped like a turkey. Setting the…
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Home
What speaks my mother's kitchen to me: – The sugar bowl and spoon, the exact same one since forever, in the exact same place in the cupboard. – The small old dust brooms laced on a rod for a…
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Rose’s Love Letter
In a box at the flea market,Dusty and forgotten,Memories slept closely to one another while silently dreaming of another place and time. Once cherished. Placed carefully. Peeked at when the heart ached, or feelings surged. Those…
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A Story My Brother Marty Told Me
My brother Marty said that friends and family changed the way they talked to him when they heard he was seriously ill with cancer. Their tone was different; their concern and sorrow showed, and he longed for everyone to…
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Homesickness
When you live in a foreign country rather than the one you know as home, certain things you expect will be different, unusual, and far from the norm of what you are…
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Long Distance Love
Saying goodbye to my family in California does not grow easier. How could it be? Instead of going down the rabbit hole of longing to have everyone I love in one place, the impossible dream. I remind myself how…