Category: Willows, Memories from Back Home
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Mystical Morning
Photo: The call of the morning, Northern California. Early this morning, as the sun added gold to the sky, my youngest brother Zane called, “The geese are here; the field is white; if you want to take photos, now is…
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How the French Make Chocolate Chip Cookies
How to at cookie dough and not feel guilty about it. Oh the joy of chocolate chip cookies- oops I mean white chocolate chip cookies. Chelsea often makes chocolate chips cookies, well that is when we have chocolate chips to…
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The Heart of Home
The door swings openand it’s as if the wallsStart humming a familiar tune,as if they’ve been waiting for meto return to the rhythm of home.There’s no rush,no need to fill the space,just a soft hum of lifeas it continues,unfazed by…
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The Harvest and Bounty
Here are two comments I received today and thought to share them with you: “Untangling what exactly? Silk threads from string? Ribbon from rope? Branches from roots? Genes from tumors? SNAP benefits from food insecurity? Shrapnel from bombs? Metaphorical thoughts from reality?…
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Sweet Gathering
One bouquet after another starts with one flower. Home holding close all the reasons I am here with the tightest embrace.
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Heading to Willows
Can you guess how old this photo is? There are two people in it who look drastically different, and I am not one of them. Gabriel is five months old in this photo. Warren my nephew (in his Dad’s arms)…