Salt, Ink, & Soul

Writing on food, family, and identity

“I write so that our food, our struggles, and our stories are never forgotten, but carried forward as legacy.”

Felix the Fox Collection

Gentle adventures from the Whispering Woods — stories of courage, friendship, and resilience for children, and for the adults who read beside them.

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  • Beneath the Steam: On Illness and the Old Ways

    It began like a thief who knew my schedule better than I did—slow, deliberate, testing every door before finding the one left unlocked. A scratch in the throat. A heaviness in the limbs. The faint suspicion that breathing had become less casual, less thoughtless, than it had been yesterday. I told myself I’d push through.

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  • The Roads of NewMexico

    Discover the soulful beauty of New Mexico beyond the postcards. From Santa Fe’s timeless church to Taos’ earthship homes and breathtaking gorges, explore scenic routes that stir the heart. Share your favorite NM road trips and hidden gems.

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  • “Hunger Without End: On Gluttony, Illusion, and the Ache Beneath Our Shine”

    We were taught to consume. Not just food, but image. Not just goods, but symbols. And when the goods were kept from us, when the symbols were gated behind color lines and zip codes and unspoken rules, we carved our hunger into a religion. We baptized our children in a name-brand. We anointed ourselves in

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  • Should We Forget, Remember, or Just Move Forward? On Grief, Ozzy Osbourne, and the Ghosts We Keep

    Ozzy Osbourne is gone—and with him, a sound, a presence, and a part of a generation’s backdrop. This post asks what we do with grief: forget, remember, or move forward?

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  • The Notes Between the Lines: Malcolm-Jamal Warner, Miles Long, and Never Knowing

    I thought I had said all I needed to say about Malcolm-Jamal Warner. But then I found his music. Miles Long. And with it, a deeper grief—and a deeper gratitude.

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  • Theo, Memory, and the Echo of Us:

    Malcolm-Jamal Warner wasn’t just Theo Huxtable. He was a mirror for Gen-X Black boys, an artist of quiet depth, and a voice of purpose on and off the screen. This is my reflection on the man, the memory, and the echo he leaves behind.

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