cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
I hadn’t met her before this cold January night when we were sitting in a terribly outdated conference room on the fourth floor of a downtown hospital. She kept fidgeting with her hands, and her eyes darted between her text messages and the clock on the wall. Her bright red sweatshirt was the loudest color…
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If I hold back, I’m no good. I’m no good. I’d rather be good sometimes, than holding back all the time. –Janis Joplin I spend my Saturday afternoons sitting on metal bleachers in a sweaty warehouse, watching my daughters practice gymnastics.
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