cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
My third daughter asked me to be on standby to attend the delivery of her first child, mostly because she was worried about her husband, and his ability to remain upright. As a newborn nurse, she’s seen plenty of greenish fathers-to-be, so my husband and I parked ourselves in the nondescript hospital labor waiting room…
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On a crisp evening during my time away at college, a group of friends and I set out for a night of revelry, landing at a bustling house party. As the clock struck midnight, a few of us felt the pull of fatigue and the desire to return to campus. Fortunately, the boyfriend of one…
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You might think I am a little crazy right now. It’s sunny, seventy degrees outside, and I am in my driveway, sitting in my car writing. It’s not comfortable or spacious, but it feels like home. I know the soft feel of the dark seats, how they stick in the summer and are cool in the…
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A little over a month ago, at a modest cabin near a gurgling creek, I spent a weekend with a mishmash of friends. It’s the second year we’ve gathered in this humble wonderland where we cook and play games, talk late around the fire, and make ourselves tired on sunshine and laughter.
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