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Tarweed, Goodfoot, and Wild Yeast (opens the original)
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Over the weekend I took three classes: sourdough bread making, vegetable farming/harvesting, and farm-to-table cooking, all hosted by Tarweed Folk School.Saturday afternoon, eight of us got an introductory lesson in the chemistry of bread-making before we started to weigh, fold, pull, and proof dough that would result in 24 loaves. Honestly, I didn’t retain much of the science, but the gist of it was that baking is chemistry, and good bread-making is an art. The dough our teacher made was perfec
The Important Thing (opens the original)
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This morning I was looking for the silver hoops I wear most days. As I scanned my tarnished jewelry, a dozen memories moved through my mind. There’s a necklace I made for Suki when I was learning to twist wire, a necklace her daughter gave back to me exactly one year ago. I see my wedding band, Brent’s mother’s wedding band, the dangly pink-crystal earrings one of my sisters gave me for no particular reason. My father’s watch with a new battery and a shorter strap. It works now but still doesn’t
Darcee’s Letter (opens the original)
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It’s always a question whether to share another Forrest story, but people seem to appreciate them, and I love telling them, so here we go:August 23rd was Forrest’s would-be 28th birthday. It was also the day my friend Darcee happened to be looking through family photographs her mother had left behind when she died. Darcee was one of many people reading the blog I started when Forrest was diagnosed with liver cancer in 2000. Tucked in with her mom’s photographs, she found a copy of the blog I’d w
The Coolness Factor (opens the original)
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If I were 13 again, tomorrow would be the first day of 8th grade. I’d be thinking about what I was going to wear. Would the bright yellow culottes with the big white polka dots I’d made be short enough? Or would I have to roll them up at the waist to make them even shorter? Those were heady days.I don’t remember thinking, oh the boys, the boys! I just wanted to dress the way other girls dressed; like my four older sisters dressed. Our house was a factory of homemade culottes: short shorts with a
‘63 Falcon and The Viking Inn (opens the original)
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Sitting at an intersection in Albany this morning, we saw a beat-up red Ford Falcon on the back of a flatbed truck. Our family had a blue one just like it in the early ‘60s. We’d pile into it. No seatbelts. Five or six kids in the back. No worries. Ours was a basic model, not that comfortable, probably, but we didn’t notice. It was the only car we had. Most families who had a car only had one.Seeing that red Falcon made me want to find a picture of the one our family had, verify my memory of it,
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