cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
I met him on a “highly qualified” blind date. I was 22 years old and had heard his name hundreds of times. He was in town for a speaking engagement, and a mutual friend called me last minute to ask if I would go on the blind date. I nervously said yes. I spent the…
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I grip the steering wheel of the parked car, working up the nerve to cross the lot and enter the bar. The doors of my jetta hold me in. I can stay here forever, till I choose to spill out and into whatever the night holds. Already, the setting sun floods the scene before me,…
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“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal….Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket,…
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“Have you tried online dating?”
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We sat across the table from each other in a quaint hole-in-the-wall Japanese restaurant.
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I don’t recall any conversations about sex during my formative years.
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Out on the patio with my feet propped up, I can see the tips of my wedding shoes peeking out over my laptop.
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I knew I was Aaron’s the first time we kissed.
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“Dahlias are everything a flower should be,” she said happily as she wrapped the bouquet I had made into butcher paper.
Read MoreSeptember reminds me of “back-to-school,” return of routine, and the re-ordering of life.
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