The date had been on the calendar for months. My oldest nephew and his soon-to-be-bride were celebrating with an engagement party at my sister’s house.
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cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
The date had been on the calendar for months. My oldest nephew and his soon-to-be-bride were celebrating with an engagement party at my sister’s house.
Read MoreAn Open Letter To “The Original Three”:
Read MoreReunions. I’ve been thinking a lot about them this month.
Read MoreIt came about unexpectedly. First one child, then another and finally the last called and said, “I’m going to come over to spend the night too!”
Read MoreI’ve always been a big believer in contingency plans.
Read MoreI don’t do grief well. It feels messy, out of control and weak.
Read MoreSeven years old. Dressed in a new outfit of plaid pants, red sweater and brown patent leather shoes, I sat across from my father having been invited to breakfast.
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