Herb Oils, Driftwood and Jungalow

As a young family, we were collectors. Not in the way you’re thinking. We collected old wood, worn rugs, bits and pieces from trash piles, broken pottery, old bones and just about anything handmade from a yard sale. Gifts we relished included bags of used stuff we called “IJ” (interesting junk) and brightly painted crafts from anywhere. Tables were draped...

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Seeing Tomatoes

As kids in a home full of internationals, magical experiences were common. Every day was like a carnival and routine was hard to come by. I relished the excitement of new faces, new foods, new smells and new stories. Let me tell you the story of Mahmoud, a blind Iranian man who lived with us for a while. He had...

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