cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
We were newlyweds, in our first apartment, performing the dreaded church-shopping. We visited nearby churches, each one similar to the ones I attended as a child. Pews, pianos, choirs. They were sparsely attended, and though it was obvious we were visitors, very few people greeted us. So we moved on. I had heard of a…
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Seven cities in twenty years have taught me that home is where your people are. These are the people that hold you as you walk into a new job, as you figure out marriage, as you fear for your loved one’s health. These people come when you are a mess and are willing to speak…
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