Category: Willows, Memories from Back Home
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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)…
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Autumn Home
Preparing for Autumn: Gathering the abundant harvest at the end of summer, canning the last of the vegetables and making pomegranate jam, watching the first leaves dance down to the ground, grabbing from the upper shelf a sweater to wear,…
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Leaving for California, Well I thought I Was
Marseille to Willows 11-hour flight This time, I am flying alone. Though Sacha might come and visit too. Cookies guaranteed. It has nearly been a year since my last trip “home.” Gabriel said before I left, “Have a good, good, good……
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On the Eve of my Mother’s 89th Birthday
I could list 89 stories about my mom; I could list 89 things that she has taught me and probably 89 of her wonders, too. Instead, I will write something here that I want my grandchildren to know about my…
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Playing Barbie with a Skipper
My cousin Alma had a Barbie, which I adored as a child. Additionally, my Uncle Jules (my favorite boy’s name, French Husband, did not like it, but that is another story) transformed an old radio cabinet into a Barbie house,…