Tag: memories

Decades ago, my mom used to make Christmas fruitcakes.  When my brothers and I lived in the house, it was a ...

Every day has a sunset.  As I watched the light fade, I reflected and walked, thinking of individuals no longer in ...

For two years in high school, when I went home, I knew there would be a stock of bananas ripening ...

My path home took me through an elevated walkway.  Below me were municipal storage units.  With a single glance, I could smell ...

Food is an opportunity to create, experience, and share.  I love each uniquely.  For me, the creation process follows experiencing awe-filled dishes ...

The neon sign in the lobby was unexpected.  With conservative indicators everywhere, neon, purple, and a pool table in the lobby ...

The conversation went long into the evening; two friends relaxing in the warmth of a tropical evening.  Their thoughts drifted ...