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An Open Love Letter To Salt
I remember you best and most frequently appearing at the table. My mother handled you heartily and often; you filled her trusty shaker and she made quick work of sprinkling you on her food as if it were a parched garden in need of a hosed down, all-out soaking. This is to say nothing of your starring role in one of the main loves in my life: the ocean, the beach.
on being with bees
When in the presence of bees, it’s difficult not to wax on about life, love, and purpose, but they do make you sting with awareness of all things family, work, duty and the all too quick passage of time. Like the honey makers, the keeper quietly hummed in the periphery of so many ladies with a quietness that is unique to the most masculine. And then there was the girl-woman – a hive herself – brimming with busy-ness and beauty.
a slice of southern korea
Mokpo in South Jeolla province is our educator and hostess’ first home. When Ho Shim Shaw picks up her knife to accomplish the tour de force of preparing a Korean feast, she thinks only of cutting “perfectly” for her guests. The varicolored and multi-textured meal and her stories open eyes (and mouths) to the some of the tastes, sounds and sites of a distant land that is somehow much more familiar than imagined.












