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Current ArticlesThis feed's current articles are shown below. Subscribe for updates to all the content available in this feed, or click through here to see the original article. My mother bakes generously, and always with purpose. There’s never any tiptoeing around the kitchen with her she knows what she is doing even with her eyes closed. She bakes often—nearly every day—and it’s never just for herself. Someone’s dropping by, or she’s heading out, and there will be a box or tin or plate of something sweet in... Read the whole entry... »
 Sweet Potato Wisdom The other day, my mom decided she wanted to make sweet potato fries. As you know, sweet potatoes are no joke when it comes to cutting—hard as a rock! I suggested maybe boiling them a bit first to soften them up, but she waved that off. Then she said, “I remember what my mom used to do when something was too hard to... Read the whole entry... »
 While home in California, my mother asked me to go through the family photos—“Put names on the backs, dates if you can, so we won’t forget who’s who.” I said I would, not thinking much of it… until I opened the first drawer. Photos. Everywhere. In desk drawers, tucked behind books, stacked in closets, nestled in old trunks,... Read the whole entry... »
 Daily Walk
 2025-07-27 11:00 UTC by Corey
 I walk.
Each day, usually. For health.
For strength.
For sanity. To clear the noise.
To welcome silence.
To hear what’s underneath. I walk to put thoughts in line.
Or to let them scatter.
To remember. To forget.
To forgive. It is my ritual.
My rebellion.
My prayer in motion. 
- It Hasn’t Stopped!
- BlackBerry Pie Making Lesson
- 1988 Paris
- Hiking in the French Alpes
- The Liturgy of Care
  While I’ve been in California, surrounded by sunshine and the familiar comfort of family, Yann, Chelsea and the Pickles are off in Normandy, visiting his mother. And truly — I am happy for them. Really, I am. It’s a beautiful thing — three generations under one roof, stories passing hands, and I’m truly glad they’re there. Truly.
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 Zinnias’ unpretentious, joyous wonder can make me smile without even trying, with their pop-pop colors and sturdy stalks. Zinnias remind me of home, which reminds me of childhood, which reminds me of summer—blackberry pies, swimming at my cousins’ house, then coming back for dinner with a bouquet of zinnias on the kitchen table. That... Read the whole entry... »
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