Category: Willows, Memories from Back Home
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Over to the Other Side…Going Home
Back to California, I would have never believed that I would have lived longer in France, than I ever lived in the States—which still feels odd, even now. But California I call home. That’s just what it is. I’m going…
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The 4th
Somewhere between the anthem and the silence, I wonder: is liberty still ringing, or is that the echo of something we forgot to hold for all? America, the beautiful- be true. Google
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Mother’s Feast Day
My mother’s garden allows one to breathe in and feel the certainty of its roots. It doesn’t pretend to be pretty only in springtime. No, no, no—instead, it shows its beauty in every season. A wise lady, my mother is.…
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Judy’s Booklet about Our Va Amaro
With days that often feel blurred, where memories can easily fade, connections to those we love matter, as do stirring up memories to help us define and keep alive our stories. When I was home my cousin Judy brought over…
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My Nephew Sam Part 2
Mud dyeing is a technique that is said to be at least 1300 years old. Today it is most famously practiced on Amami Island in Japan. I became interested in this technique when I was just reading and watching videos…
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My Nephew Sam Following His Passion Part 1
My aunt Corey asked me to do a two part blog posts about myself. As she admires my work and has been collecting fabrics and buttons for me. You see I am a clothes designer- Well let me give you…