The year is 2012 and in true February fashion, the afternoon arrived cold and cloudy. Guests attended the viewing, the ceremony, and now …
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I have often thought of my life in terms of a jigsaw puzzle. If I dumped the pieces of my life out on …
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A French Chef statue stares at me from across the room. He is hand-painted, ceramic and stands 11 inches tall. He hails from …
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“Mama, can I have this?” my daughter’s voice calls to me from the far corner of my closet. It is a spring Sunday …
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“Want to hear a story?” my dad quietly asks between sips of coffee. “Always,” I say. We sit in a small café and …
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Every autumn I find myself facing the same problem: I am completely lost about what to cook for the humans that call my …
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“I have decided to sell my house,” my mom says the moment I answer my phone. I tread gently into the conversation with …
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It is mid-October and I am currently digging the box of Christmas décor out from under the basement stairs. All the celebrations are …
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What is it about a handmade quilt? A common gift in the South, these patchwork tapestries are the first thing that we reach …