Thalia Bello
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Happily married mama to two beautiful girls and a boy. ❤️ I'm a published Author and Interior Decorator. I hope my writing brings you joy!
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Jars Of Talents
A large disfigured oak tree stood at a strange slant just outside Julia's hidden shack. The shack was black and bore a musty smell. It smelled of moss and filled your mouth with a sour, bitter taste. It had the potential to be beautiful but felt sad with overgrown vines and tall weeds all around it. Julia allowed it to look unpleasant to discourage people from snooping. She, of course, lived in The Spanish-style house with wooden shutters down the road with the friendly neighbors who fetched her newspaper every morning. But when the night fell, Julia often snuck away to her little shack, where she put on colorful cardigans and danced around with freshly brewed coffee.
By Thalia Bello4 years ago in Fiction
Dear Tio Hector
My Abuelo Lucas would make the most intense faces whenever he cooked. He would make angry faces that meant he was satisfied and happy faces told he was unhappy with a particular element or flavor. The smell of onions frying and peppers baking would fill the home so deeply you could smell whatever was cooked in my hair, even the day after. He would raise his wooden spatula into the air, fanning around the aromas, absorbing them right out of the air. I would ask why not just sniff them out of the pot, but he said never to do that. He explained how the smells from the pot are much too intense and may manipulate your nose. "Always gather your aromas from the air," he would say in his broken English.
By Thalia Bello5 years ago in Families
