Hello Readers and Writers! One Table, One World is open to new writers who want to share their best cooking stories, favorite recipes, restaurant recommendations, travel stories, and cultural insights. The wonderful Mario López-Goicoechea who has helped keep the fire going at OTOW in my absence has written an article…

A poem — Knowledge of self, my prior motivations comes like lightning striking in the night. Terrifying illumination revealing virtue and iniquity. I focus on the negative zooming in on faults, shame, my worst fears, materializing before me, ghosts risen from tombs. Temptation to become engulfed in darkness, dragged to the pit of my own…

600+ balloons in the Land of Enchantment —

Any tips? And have you checked your Stripe deposit card lately? For the first time in years, I was writing a new story for Medium and discussing it with one of my daughters. I also shared with her that I was pleasantly surprised to learn I had money waiting for…

Plus a bonus: I haven’t had major anxiety this gardening season — I’m not a Master Gardener. My thumb is barely green. Hobbit-skills are something I strive to have, but only succeed at some of the time. Still, here I am. It’s nearing the end of June and I’m tanned from hours upon hours in the sunshine out in my bare feet…

He dreams in shades of green and red small and curvy plump and juicy in shapes of varying circles “Tomato soup. Tomato bread.” Happily he waters rows gently lays a straw blanket down picking weed-monsters daring to pop up in his little dreamland “Tomato soup. Tomato bread.” As the sun…

Which path to take? Which decision is best for the most people involved? For me. For my loved ones. Every choice means I didn’t choose the other thing: the other path that is equally important. Equally exciting. Full of good and promise and so much hope for the future. But…

The time comes when it doesn’t matter anymore the pain the sadness the regret the time comes to let it all go that time may be because it’s too late to say the things that hurt your soul stunted your growth made you struggle and fight through life too late…

Once the seasons blow their winds, Rain their torrents, Blanket the world in white silence One can clear the landscape of weeds Trim back wild trees and roses Pruning all unnecessary chaos Making a canvas ready for beauty and grace Cleared garden beds for fruits and flowers Perfectly laid plans for spring…