cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
I wandered the aisles at Barnes & Noble, looking for a captivating story—a much-needed break from dense clinical textbooks. Scanning the shelves, my eyes lit up as I noticed Kate DiCamillo’s new book, The Beatryce Prophecy. Kate’s stories always leave me feeling tearful and full of hope at the same time—my favorite kind of story.…
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“Is a bagel still called a bagel if there is not a hole in the middle?” Chatter in the room quiets down and eyes shift towards me, awaiting my answer. The scenario is common, the question new. I try to give my reply. A succinct answer is what is being asked of me, but I…
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From as early as grade school, we come to know that we live in a world that guides us toward conformity, encouraging us to color in the lines, follow the leader, and earn golden stars for socially acceptable behavior in the classroom. It’s not always easy to take “the road less traveled” when we are…
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Recently I was the guest on a podcast for moms of young children. The host is a super successful CEO/entrepreneur who has built quite an empire in the mom market over many years. Moms of little ones have been tapping into her curated resources for as long as I can remember and she continues to…
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Who waits behind that mask that stares into dark space? Whose eyes plead with yours to rip off the plastic face? Whose hands yank against the cloth that holds them in their place? Whose soul cries out in fear as nightmares come in chase What was that creature’s name before it was a ghost? What…
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Released into the sunshine to work in pairs, we were grateful to leave the small confines of the conference room that held 10 therapists for an Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprossessing (EMDR) training. Our exercise was to identify a lie we believed and think of resources that could be internalized to counteract that as part…
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Wear something you feel magical in. I read the invitation once more before blankly staring at my closet. Weeks away from graduating with my master’s degree, I was feeling physically exhausted and emotionally drained. There was very little I was feeling magical in, aside from, of course, my bed.
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A few months ago my piano teacher asked me to pick out a song in the key of B flat major.
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It’s one of the first things you see when you walk up to my door.
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I have to confess that the holiday-version of me is intense.
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