Five of us crowded together on the bow of our beloved family sail boat.
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cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
Five of us crowded together on the bow of our beloved family sail boat.
Read MoreWhistling and gusting wind in the oak trees outside my bedroom window woke me this morning. I tried to stay in bed, but something about the wind felt beckoning to my soul. I came downstairs and opened the blinds, the tree tops ferociously swaying, bending back and forth as the wind had its way with…
Read MoreI knocked on the door of my parent’s house, tears streaming down my face one dark February night.
Read MoreMy history does not lend itself to be very forgiving or much less welcoming of others into my kitchen.
Read MoreThere is a place in my body that feels in ruins.
Read More“Forgive me.” Ugh…I will admit that I have not practiced the art of asking for forgiveness.
Read MoreMore than any other time in my life I am navigating a place that feels deep, unknown and intentional.
Read MoreI remember the feeling like it was yesterday. I was terrified.
Read More“In the middle of a storm, I am holding on to you…”
Read More“London Bridges falling down, falling down, falling down. London Bridges falling down, My Fair Lady.”
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