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.”
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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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Some Beauty Is Best Admired from the Ground
Balloon Fiesta gives Albuquerque a reason to look up. I admire the balloons and everyone who makes them possible—but with my fear of heights, I’m perfectly happy enjoying the wonder with both feet on the Ground. For a natural use of the exact focus keyphrase, change only the opening sentence to: It’s time for the…
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The Price of the Right Path
Sometimes the wrong path seems easier, faster, and far more profitable. “The Price of the Right Path” reflects on temptation, comparison, and the difficult choice to hold on to your integrity when the world seems to reward shortcuts.
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Blood on the Page
I once thought becoming a writer meant bigger words, longer sentences, and daily word counts. Somewhere along the way, I discovered something more important: honesty. “Blood on the Page” reflects on memory, vulnerability, and leaving enough of yourself in the work for readers to know a living heart was there.
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Apparently, I Made Pumpkin Bread
I spent enough time joking about the annual pumpkin-spice invasion that this was probably inevitable. This sugar-free pumpkin chocolate chip bread combines pumpkin, cinnamon, cardamom, monk fruit, and plenty of chocolate—possibly more than the recipe technically calls for.
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When the Hoodies Come Out
A cool Southwest morning sends me looking for a hoodie—and a dinner that warms the kitchen. This cheesy chicken and broccoli casserole gives my oven a reason to come back to work.
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Nobody Tells You When You’ve Made It Through
There is rarely a clear moment when a hard season ends. Sometimes you notice the change while making dinner, calling someone back, or finding a little peace in an ordinary evening.
