cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
The playground was filled with big third graders. I missed being on the first-grade playground where I felt safe. Second graders had been moved to the main Tremont School campus and recess was now an uncertain time where older third graders roamed. I ran to the swing set and Sally yelled at me to “wait…
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“You know I absolutely adore you.” His words return to me vivid and tender. An evergreen glistened with tiny white lights as raindrops pelted the brick landing of the retreat center before I boarded the airport shuttle. I picture the wild hair and dancing eyes of the kind man holding my face in his hands…
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I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, salty streaks pooling in my developing wrinkles. My husband came in to the sound of deep sighs mixed with hard sniffs. I had come upstairs to change out of my pajamas when I sat on the edge of the bed and wondered how I’d gotten…
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I woke up tired this morning. Yesterday, we celebrated the life of our three year old and all that he brings to our lives in an intimate evening with friends.
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