cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
“Stand tall when you say goodbye, my girl. No matter how much the end hurts, we hold our heads up high and let the tears anoint your honor.” I lift her chin up, but her eyes refuse to meet mine. I hold my gaze steady until she reluctantly meets my own. “Momma, I just had…
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“Can I watch Joy’s movie, Mama?” “Joy’s movie?” “Yeah! The yellow lady with the blue hair!” Frantically searching my memory bank for the missing puzzle pieces, I stare confusedly into space until a bright light blinks into existence above my head. “Aha! Joy! You mean Inside Out.” My sweet boy, with swollen eyes and a…
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I often find myself looking at my two girls and longing for the level of ignorance they are afforded at the ages of 2 and under. There’s so much they are protected from, so many worries and responsibilities they don’t have to engage. What do they have to be stressed about?
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