My thoughts turn to a fundamental ritual: the family table. After dinner on Sunday, three generations leaned into conversations, propping our elbows on the kitchen table that stood for decades through years of mischief, arguments, tears, and joy. Wherever you take a meal this holiday, I wish you sweet memories.
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How I found poetry through my parents’ connection to nature
My parents handed me the beauty of poetry at an early age—from ballads to literary classics—and opened my senses to nature with sojourns to the country and botanical gardens. Writing memories into reflections, and later into poetry, allowed me to embrace the therapeutic value of creative expression.