Month: November 2014
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Popcorn Balls
We made them. My mom does during: Halloween and Christmas, and has as long as I can remember. Hers are the best. Not too sugary, not soggy, perfect crunch. My mom spends time with the details: Only butter, warm…
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The Way We Were
This is the French man I married on the day of our wedding. We were married in Willows. Yann wore the same wedding tuxedo that his Father wore when he was married. This is a girl…
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Home Coming
Home coming: My mother's hugs full of happy tears wetting my neck. My nieces and little nephews running to greet me screaming, "Aunt Coco!", the smell of my childhood home and cookies in the cookie jar and an…
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Chocolate Kisses from the Past
(Chocolate kisses from the past. This is a repost from my blog in 2006. Though the children are older, and do not lick the spoons or their fingers as much… nothing has changed.) Every Monday my Mother opens…
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Motorcycle Scrapbook: My Father’s Barn
Photography and text by Corey Amaro My dad's shop use to be the milking barn but when I was fourteen he stopped dairy farming converting his barn into a motorcycler's haven. He kept farming rice, riding and racing on the…
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Saturday Art Saves: Bellerby & Co. Globemakers
Photo and text via Bellerby & Co. Globemakers. Each Saturday I focus on a different artist that I admire. From potters to painters, chefs to collectors, seamstress to songwriters, lifestyle to lovers… anyone who set the paintbrush, pastry…