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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A Veterans Day Reflection
They gave everything, yet too many returned to empty plates and broken promises. This Veterans Day, I remember those who still fight to survive at home — and what it means to feed, to thank, and to truly see.
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Nothing Wasted – The Grace of Leftovers
I grew up in a house where tomorrow lived in the refrigerator. Leftovers weren’t waste — they were proof of care, memory, and faith that enough could last. This reflection honors the grace in saving what still has love to give.
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The Weight of Enough – The Evolution of Survival Food
Once, casseroles weren’t comfort food—they were survival food. This reflection looks back at the resourceful meals that fed large families through hard times, and how their spirit still lives on in every bubbling pan of tuna and noodles.
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Bread, Memory, and the Price of Enough
Food once meant survival, not spectacle. This essay examines how the simplest meals—bread, beans, and rice—once held families together, and why, in times like these, learning the basics again might be the quiet act of survival we all need.
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The Most Basic Bread
(Flour. Salt. Yeast. Water. Nothing else.) Ingredients Instructions Notes This bread doesn’t ask for luxury—just time, trust, and a little hunger to remind you what’s real. Resources for Hard Times If you’re looking for practical help, food support, or community resources, you can visit the Salt, Ink & Soul Resources Page. 👉 Resources for Hard Times
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A Gentle Return
After hesitation and illness, I took a quiet drive to Pueblo Montaño Trailhead — where carved wooden guardians, cottonwoods, and the Rio Grande reminded me that sometimes healing isn’t found in distance, but in quiet motion.
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