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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The First Meal After the Fiesta
After the wonder of the Balloon Fiesta, the city quiets and the cold returns. For me, that means one thing — time to make a pot of green chile chicken soup. Rich, creamy, and grounded in memory, its warmth you can taste.
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When the Sky Empties: Remembering the Ground We Stand On
When the last balloon disappears beyond the Sandias and the roar of burners fades into quiet, the city feels different. The sky, so alive just yesterday, now stretches bare and endless — as if catching its breath after carrying so much wonder. The fields that once pulsed with color and laughter have returned to stillness,
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The Sky After the Fire
There’s a stillness that settles in the air when something beautiful begins to end. You can almost feel it—like the warmth that lingers after a fire dies down, or the echo that hangs in the air long after the music stops. That’s what Albuquerque feels like tonight. The Balloon Fiesta is winding toward its final
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The Children of the Fiesta
There’s something sacred about growing up beneath a sky that remembers. Every October, as the desert air thins and the mornings turn cold enough to see your breath, a new generation of children is carried—still half-asleep—into the breaking dawn of the Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta. They come wrapped in blankets, wearing oversized beanies that slip down
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The Sky Doesn’t Wait: Reflections from the First Weekend
The Balloon Fiesta has begun. The traffic is slow, the lines are long, and still—people come. They come from every corner of the city, from quiet neighborhoods and dusty pueblos, from out-of-state hotels and small-town motels. They come in flocks and families, in rental cars and pickup trucks, all heading toward that same expanse of
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Night Glow: A Fire for the People
There are moments in life that feel less like events and more like rituals — moments not designed for necessity, not crafted for competition, but for nothing more than the simple wonder of being alive together. The Night Glow at the Balloon Fiesta is one of those moments. It is not about the chase, or
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