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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  • Homemade lattice apple pie in a clear glass dish on a wooden table.

    Before the Pumpkin Spice Takes Over, Apple Pie

    Fall may belong to pumpkin spice, but I was craving apple pie. So I brought down the apple peeler, made the crust, and learned that my hand has strong feelings about lattice.

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  • Green tea with lemon and honey beside chicken soup and a weighted blanket on a couch during fall

    The Change-in-the-Weather Flu

    Fall brings cooler mornings, balloons in the sky, green chile stew—and what I call the change-in-the-weather flu. My treatment plan is simple: chicken soup, green tea with lemon and honey, a weighted blanket, and permission to rest.

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  • A Black man sits alone at a wooden table in a quiet room, reflecting in the early morning light.

    The Difficult Work of Doing Right

    Doing the right thing sounds simple until it costs us comfort, approval, or certainty. This reflection explores conscience, regret, and the decisions that follow us long after the moment has passed.

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  • An open notebook and pen inside a parked SUV in Albuquerque.

    The Writer’s Desk: Apparently, I Have to Leave It

    I second-guess myself almost every time I sit down to write. Somehow, driving around the city helps. One small complication: I do not like to drive.

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  • A handmade beaded bracelet resting on a wooden table beside a Salt, Ink & Soul journal

    The Things We Keep Because Someone Touched Them

    My sister made me a beaded bracelet and sent it for no particular reason. Over time, it became more than something I wear. It became something I reach for when loneliness begins telling me I am more alone than I really am.

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  • New Mexico State Fair entrance with a Route 66 sign beneath a cloudy sky.

    I Came for the Fair Food. I’m Glad I Went Anyway.

    Crowds and I have an understanding. This time, a five-dollar ticket and a rainy morning helped me renegotiate it. I went to the New Mexico State Fair for the Food. The seasoning disappointed me. The afternoon still gave me something worth keeping.

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