cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
I look at the clock hanging on the wall in the physical therapy center and see that only 45 minutes have passed. I am torn. I have another 15 minutes of exercises to complete, but I am ready to stop. My body is shaky and sweaty, and honesty, I feel nauseous. However, I have another…
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On the afternoon of February 14, my school was buzzing with more than the usual amount of middle school energy. Teachers had exchanged the school colors we usually wear on Wednesday for red attire in celebration of Valentine’s Day. Student council members were dressed up to deliver singing valentines to their classmates. The hallway was…
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As we approach the holiday season, I love the invitation that Thanksgiving brings to be present and remember. Remember this year. Remember the stories that made you more of who you are. Remember the people who shaped you and the ones who you’ve shaped. Remember the places where you found belonging and acceptance along with…
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“All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one’s heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.” Cormac McCarthy
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There’s something about a wedding—something so hopeful as the wide-eyed bride and groom stand face to face, hand in hand, and declare, “Until death do us part.”
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My dear son, Your dad began whispering through the phone and I began to feel frustrated.
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