Category: Willows, Memories from Back Home
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Chocolate Marshmellow Cookies
My mother bakes generously, and always with purpose. There’s never any tiptoeing around the kitchen with her she knows what she is doing even with her eyes closed. She bakes often—nearly every day—and it’s never just for herself. Someone’s dropping…
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Where there’s a will, there’s a way
Sweet Potato Wisdom The other day, my mom decided she wanted to make sweet potato fries. As you know, sweet potatoes are no joke when it comes to cutting—hard as a rock! I suggested maybe boiling them a bit first…
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Meanwhile in Normandy
While I’ve been in California, surrounded by sunshine and the familiar comfort of family, Yann, Chelsea and the Pickles are off in Normandy, visiting his mother. And truly — I am happy for them. Really, I am. It’s a beautiful…
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The Pop-Pop Swirl
Zinnias’ unpretentious, joyous wonder can make me smile without even trying, with their pop-pop colors and sturdy stalks. Zinnias remind me of home, which reminds me of childhood, which reminds me of summer—blackberry pies, swimming at my cousins’ house, then…
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One Week Old
Today was a beautiful baby bundle day. My mother and I met baby Cal, my great nephew—Jack (my nephew) and Jordan’s son. He arrived three weeks early, a tiny surprise, and because of that, I got to meet him before…
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The Liturgy of Care
She’s lived here always,where generosity grows. Her door is open—Family and friends come,carrying sweetness in the crook of their arms. Fresh corn, still warm from the sun,twice in one week from cousins who hadn’t planned it,but somehow knew. A bouquet…