Category: Willows, Memories from Back Home
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I am Brave
I have been teaching Gabriel and Olivia to say every morning: I am brave, I am strong, I am happy, I am smart, I am capable, I am confident, I am loving. ———— Are you?
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Just in Time for the Last Pomegranate
One last pomegranate hung on the tree. We cracked it open, my mom and Olivia started picking at it seed by seed. Ruby, red, and sweet We are back at my childhood home. Olivia saw my mom's rosary…
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Going Home for Christmas
One by one. My family is meeting up in Willows. I can see the lane to my mother's home, I can hear the fire crackling in the fireplace, and smell the cookies being made, and I long to hug…
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My Cousins: Alan, Donna, Barbara, Anthony, Lynette, Greg, Michael, and John
Yes. True. And love one another at the same time. The more I read and listen to others, the message of faith, seems to be their anchor, their North Star, their peace, their way to sanity, strength to living…
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The Tradition of Thanksgiving
As far back as anyone in my family can remember, my mom made turkey cutout sugar cookies for Thanksgiving. As I have mentioned on my blog many times, my brother Marty (may his soul rest in peace) would snap the…
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Goodbye Chris
My cousin Chris Souza, ten years ago. In Northern California, my extended family, 60 first Cousins, 22 Aunts and Uncles, 112 second cousins, and too many to count third cousins, formed a foundation of love, faith, and togetherness. We are…