by Patricia | Oct 9, 2022 | Life Experience
There were always pies. Pumpkin custard, of course, but also double-crusted apple. Lemon custard with a golden-tipped meringue (my mother’s favorite) might be added, though there were only six of us. If our Thanksgiving feast was going to be shared with relatives,...
by Patricia | Oct 9, 2022 | Life Experience
We climbed cement stairs to the porch of one of the row homes in our modest neighborhood and knocked enthusiastically, shouting “Trick or treat!” Our mother had created our simple costumes at minimal expense. Nevertheless, we thrilled at the opportunity to don another...
by Patricia | Oct 8, 2020 | Travel
There is something about the people of Andalusia that mirrors their regional cuisine: They are approachable, delightful, and subtly but deeply complex. From the Seville Airport to downtown Seville, after my day of international flight, my taxi driver sang classical...
by Patricia | Oct 7, 2020 | Family, Uncategorized
When I was young, my father would open a Golden Book, and we would enter another world together. His reading always pulled me into the story. There was a pause before the first words and an orientation that the initial illustration provided, giving my mind a moment to...
by Patricia | Sep 29, 2020 | memories, stories & essays
“Hey, darlin’.” An elderly gent, about my age, nodded a hello. At a bluegrass festival, “Hello, darlin’” is not a pickup line. One way to tell is that it’s said with exactly the same twang that’s coming from the main stage performers, singing their bluegrass, acoustic...
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