Recycling, Shame and Ambivalence.

When I dropped our recyclable container at the end of the street, I noticed that our address had been worn off. I then drove down our red trash container and took a marker to mark our address in bold numbers on the blue recyclable lid. Monday, when I picked up our empty container, I noticed…

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The Storm Will Pass

My past birthdays have not always been the most memorable days for me to look back on with fondness. Each year creates space for my heart to sit in ambivalence. My deepest longings and timid expectations jumble into a complicated pinata-sized package waiting for my colorful bat of fears and insecurities to start swinging. I…

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Theme to Consider: Complicated

During the month of September we will be considering the theme “Complicated” (messy, ambivalence, forgiveness, No.) Join us by reading along or by hosting a Red Tent Dinner around your own table and exploring this theme with a few women.

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Time

‘Time’ is the most valuable asset. Each one of us has the same amount of time in a day. Whether you are rich or poor, educated or not—you are given the same twenty-four hours. The only difference is how each one of us utilizes the equal amount of this resource that we have been given.…

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Calling Ourselves Home

I was sitting in a room full of men. Okay, this isn’t that rare, but I was taken aback at how uneasy I felt in the moment. In between some semi-offensive comments made by one man, and other talk that I couldn’t participate in, I realized that I had shrunk–I began taking up less and…

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Theme to Consider: Roots

For the month of August the women of Red Tent Living will be considering the theme of “Roots” (presence, growing, timeless, hidden). Join us by reading the posts by our writers, or by hosting a Red Tent Dinner to explore stories tied to this theme with a few women in your local community.

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Do Not Disturb: A Touched-Out Mom

Music was softly playing in the background and my three-year-old and infant were sweetly sleeping in unison while my husband and I were driving on our way to a fun family outing. Breathing in deeply, I quietly savored the calm that surrounded us in the car. My husband must have also been enjoying that moment…

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War and Peace In My Body

I stared at the number on the scale, then stepped off quickly so it would disappear before my husband made his way into the room. How could I have let it get this bad?  I began to run the numbers in my head, each one a new accusation. I was scarily close to my self-defined…

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