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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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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Are We Waking Up?
Americans are drinking less, and younger generations are changing their relationship with alcohol. But what if something larger is happening? What if we are becoming less willing to numb ourselves—and more willing to see, question, feel, and remain awake?
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How Do You Deal With Uncertainty?
We cannot always know how our decisions will turn out. But we can decide what kind of person we will be as we make them. For me, dealing with uncertainty begins with one question: Am I doing the right thing?
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Maybe a Good Life Is Smaller Than We Think
I grew up believing the good life meant a giant house, luxury cars, vacations, and never worrying about money. Getting older changed that definition. Maybe the good life isn’t about having everything. Maybe there is a particular peace in having enough.
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It’s Too Hot to Cook, But We Still Have to Eat
A New Mexico heat wave made me reconsider turning on the stove. Buying an air fryer solved one problem, but it also made me think about the kitchens of my childhood, my grandmother, and the quiet labor behind the simple question: What are we going to eat?
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Watching Live Aid Again
Watching a documentary about Live Aid reminded me that adulthood has a way of complicating the stories we once believed were simple. This essay reflects on compassion, generosity, and the difficult questions history still asks of us.
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The Hat, the Swimmer, and the Chair
Someday, perhaps, Black children will ask their grandfather to tell them the story of the Hat, the Swimmer, and the Chair. It had many names—Chairteenth, the Alabama Sweet Tea Party, the Montgomery Riverfront Brawl—but Grandpa always preferred Fade in the Water.
