cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
COVID-19 has revealed some things about myself. There are times I get this familiar panic feeling rising up in me—the same kind of feeling I’d get before my children were born. I was excited about a new baby coming, but also terrified that something might go wrong during the birthing process. The only words I…
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Sadness swims inside of me. Doing the backstroke across my heart. Flipping and repeating, gracefully kicking backwards as it observes where it has been.
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I took my first quilting class last spring at a local fabric shop to learn the basics of quilting. Basics like learning to cut out and piece together squares with names like, “Log Cabin,” “Fence Rail,” etc. This winter I bravely decided to make a full-sized quilt on my own even though my knowledge of…
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At family gatherings as a child, I did not lack for cousins to play with as five of us “baby boomer” cousins were born in the same year. My father used to tell the story of a family gathering where all of the cousins were present. One of my same-aged cousins was being a bully…
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My husband and I watch a television show we’ve grown rather fond of called, The Good Doctor. In a recent episode, one of the young surgeons tragically loses her mom whom she’d just begun to get to know after years of separation. She immediately returns to work and gets on with her life without mourning…
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I was born aboard the Titanic many years ago. The ship that “even God himself cannot sink” according to its builders. What Man has pieced together, let nothing put it under – the cold North Seas.
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I was lookin’ for love in all the wrong places lookin’ for love in too many faces searchin’ their eyes and lookin’ for traces of what I’m dreamin’ of (Johnny Lee) I’ve read that babies who are not loved and held develop what is called “failure to thrive syndrome” and may die. Relationships, certainly marriages,…
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O Love That Will Not Let Me Go “O love that will not let me go, I rest my weary soul in Thee. I give Thee back the life I owe, That in Thine ocean depths its flow May richer, fuller be.” Text: George Matheson Music: Albert L. Peace Jesus and I broke up. We’d…
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Folsom Prison Blues “Well if they freed me from this prison If that railroad train was mine I bet I’d move it on a little farther down the line…” Johnny Cash Our daughter is back. After eighteen years of being away, of staying away, of hiding the truth of her messy life. We are…
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