cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
I have had an ambivalent relationship with practice. The word alone conjures up many feelings. First, my eleven years of piano lessons were wrought with more pain than pleasure. Many hours my body yearned to have been running, bicycling, or playing sports, but I was living in an era when piano lessons were more common…
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November is here, reintroducing us to the holiday season. Thanksgiving has such a meaningful way of inviting us to slow down and remember the previous year. Remember. Remember your moments. Remember your feelings. Remember your stories that framed this year. Remember one another. Remember you.
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When my three daughters were very young, all the back yards in our neighborhood abutted a retention pond. The pond was home to many ducks and slithery creatures as well as an occasional heron. One morning, I let Muffy, our sweet cockapoo, out in the back yard to pee, and went to check on the…
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“Well, it will be 364 days until we get to have fun again.” This comment came from my 7 year old son as he and I were relaxing after the chaos of Christmas morning. My heart ached as I heard him say this. Memories of my own Christmas morning disappointments surfaced.
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