cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
Endings can feel like death, but they also hold so much hope if you remain present in the tension of the liminal space they create. My son moved out of our home last week. He spent a year with us after his college graduation, which was a gift of unexpected time. As I headed home…
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This marks the final month of Red Tent Living’s weekly publishing of essays. You can read more about this shift Here. We invite you to join us this month and celebrate the beauty of this space as our regular contributors write one more time, sharing their stories With Honor. We encourage you to consider signing…
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For the month of April the women of Red Tent Living will be considering the theme, Bearing Witness. Join us by reading along, and by hosting some women around your own table to share stories provoked by this theme.
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For the month of March the women of Red Tent Living will be exploring the theme, Sowing Seeds. Join us by reading along, and by hosting a group of women at your table for a Red Tent Dinner.
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For the month of February the women of Red Tent Living will be exploring stories prompted by the theme, “Embracing Change”. Join us by hosting a group of women around your own table. You may want to consider signing up for the monthly Red Tent Dinner packet here.
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The women of Red Tent Living will be considering the theme, “Saying Goodbye” for the month of August. Join us by reading along, and also by gathering some women in your community to share stories prompted by this theme.
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“Yes, Mrs. Bauman. Your husband called earlier and got you in with his appointment. We will see you in an hour.” My hand raises to my left cheek to comfort the ache as I smile, surprised I am not surprised by my husband’s provision for my tooth pain. Lately, I have been so frustrated with…
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I’m a Boomer. In my childhood home, our telephone hung on the kitchen wall, and every time it rang, shouts of “I’ve got it!” resounded throughout the house as my brothers and I raced from every direction to get there first. Competition often provided the tension that held us close to one another: who got…
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I want to return, but I am afraid. I left without much explanation. It felt complicated. My desire for connection was replaced with a desperate need for protection. Isolation felt like the only option, and now it feels like I have been gone for too long. I find myself repeatedly rehearsing my re-entry speech, but…
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“Hip, hip, hooray, Mommy saves the day!” My four-year-old daughter runs through the living room, quite literally singing my praises. I laugh as she jumps up and down, her socks pulled up high on her ankles. I had helped put those socks on, a task that, on this particular morning, had been frustrating my incredibly…
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