cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
“I’m a queen, Mama,” my daughter declares, looking up at me as I help her into her favorite sparkly twirling dress. Her eyes glow with the same determined assurance that comes through in her voice when she stands transfixed by a ninja warrior performance and declares with calm certainty, “I could do that.” As we…
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Learning about Spanish culture was one part of my college summer school program in Madrid, Spain, and that meant churches, museums, bullfights, and flamenco dances. There were also many visits to nightclubs—called discotecas—but I don’t think my professors considered those part of my cultural education. I thoroughly enjoyed every museum and would gladly return to…
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During my college years a group of friends and I would leave the small town in which our Baptist college was located and drive to the nearest “big city” to go dancing.
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At the age of four I was brimming with excitement as I thought about the rapid approach of my first dance performance.
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Growing up the youngest of three children I was expected to make life better for others, to figure out what they needed and whatever I did…to not cause any trouble.
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