Category: Willows, Memories from Back Home
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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…
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Sacha’s Blackberry Pie
Gathering fresh blackberries was at the top of his list the morning Sacha made a pie. He knew the patch from last year, and it did not disappoint, loaded with juicy wonders. Filling his container took mere minutes to collect.…
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Longtime Dearest Friend
My friend Erika and I met when I was twenty-four years old and working for the Catholic Church in California. Erika was 14 years old. We became friends through youth ministry and, through the years, have remained very close.…
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Sleeping Beauties
A safe, though very bumpy, flight home. A few hours of sleep for them; most of the time, Gabriel was sleeping on me; when I returned from the bathroom, this was my view of Sleeping Beauties.
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The Road Home
Far from the deserted country roads that are lined in golden hues, traced in grey, with blue herons standing solo upon unplanted fields due to the lack of water, we drove through long-needed rain and autumn chill, windshield wipers wipe…