Month: November 2016
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Cracking Walnuts
Whenever we come home, whether it is Sacha, Chelsea or I we always crack and shell walnuts, and we are at it again. Three hours later several bags full. Indian summer, or should I say summer going…
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What it is Like to Move Away from Home
When you live in a foreign country rather than the one you know as home, there are certain things you expect will be different, unusual, far from the norm of what you are accustom to. Those big things…
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Home Made Portuguese Sweet Bread
Home made Portuguese sweet bread, amongst many other things, reminds me of growing up in the rural countryside with my many cousins. Hot from the oven the aroma takes me back: I see my Va and Aunts around the…
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Back Home with Family
Back home with family. Every Monday night my mother makes a feast for her family, last night there was eighteen of us. No dishwasher, it is a choice, when I was growing up it bugged me, now I…
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Another Day
It is odd to be at home and not feel well. A blessing in the silence. Listening to the clock tick, watching the leaves tumble from the trees that surround my mother's house, eating pomegranates with juicy red luscious-ness…
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Nest on a Ladder
Home. Caught a bug on the ride home. Should have worn a mask. Haven't been able to visit anyone really, cause who wants to get this bug? Chelsea comes to Willows this evening, gee I hope I feel better…