Category: Willows, Memories from Back Home
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The Small Town
Behind my Mother’s home are rice fields, canals, a walnut orchard, blackberry bushes, sheep, dirt roads, the Buttes, the Sacramento Valley, and years of seeding, toil, and life lived. I flew kites in these fields, rode motorcycles, fell, learned to…
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Ten Years Ago is Still the Same Today
Feet up against the dashboard, my brother drives, a trailblazing with dust grows behind us. A song rattles along with the shovels and beer cans in the back of the truck, Road signs with faded memories attached to them, one by…
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My Mother
L O V E ❤️ Saying goodbye is harder and harder. And I fear it will always be so.
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Being Home
One classic full throttle evening in my mom’s kitchen- My brother Mat a talkin- My family just hangin- My mom à baking- All of us just a being.
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The Polar Plunge in the Canal
Would you, could you, jump in the canal? Two cousins, had a plan to recall. When they were little boys, They’d leap in the canal, without fear, without fright. with the summer sun high and bright, The water was freezing,…
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A Pomegranate Harvest: A Juicy Family Affair
Sixty years ago my mother planted a pomegranate shoot in her garden that her sister-in-law gave her. The pomegranate tree keeps on giving us ruby red delicious sweetness. Other than just eating the kernels, my mother has made pomegranate jelly…