Voices of our parents…

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I think we all experience this whether our parent is living or dead, but it feels when they have passed away: like it’s normal and then you are reminded that they are gone and then it isn’t normal anymore. Suddenly it is a memory, past, finite, done. A voice and a laugh that you will only hear in your mind, in echoes, in dreams. It’s no longer a memory of them, yet it is only a memory of them. You feel as thought they may actually be there whispering, where you never thought or felt that way before. It’s very paradoxical and all the thoughts, emotion, moment happen in just a that… a moment.  Continue reading

Chicken Broccoli stir fry from memory…

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Chicken Broccoli stir fry is one my mother made often and I always loved. It’s simple, but there are a lot of small ingredients to make it awesome. I love cooking like this. I never measure anything (even when I do have a recipe) and I love learning how different flavor a work together and what flavors are common together. Continue reading

Silence and Reflection: what’s been going on with me…

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I haven’t written in months. To be honest, I thought it was longer and I vaguely remember writing what I wrote. It has been a difficult year and I haven’t wanted to write about it and everything not about it seemed wrong. Now things are improving, at least on the surface. Continue reading