Category: Memories from Back Home
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The Black Dress
Whenever I travel back home, a black dress finds its place in my suitcase. Returning to my hometown means stepping into a place where every life touches another. A new baby arrives. Two hands join. A table fills. A chair…
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Linda’s Spiced Fig Cake
Every time I’ve come home from France over the past 40 years, I’ve walked through my mother’s front door to find one of Linda’s glorious welcome baskets waiting—filled with homemade jams, cakes, cookies, fruit, vegetables, nuts, and countless delicious surprises,…
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The Youngest and the Oldest
The youngest in our family, his baby Cal- he is one year old. The oldest is my mother. She is 90 years old.
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My Cousin Chris’ Garden Tips for Delicious Vegetables
Green vibrancy, Chris’ vegetable patch hums with yum. His passion finds its way into every row, joy lingers on every vine, and the reward arrives in delicious vegetables—blue-ribbon marvels! Autumn leaves become a tablecloth for tomorrow’s feast. By spring the…
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Judy Delicious
My cousin Judy follows a recipe and knows how it will taste before the first bite. Whenever any of us are invited to Judy‘s table, we know it will be a feast. She creates effortlessly – At least that’s how…