cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
I walk into the office, sit, and face my therapist. The books behind her chair are neatly arranged in their same places. We exchange our familiar greetings. I try to speak. Her face fades, and I see pink water dancing on broad palm leaves. Giggles from small children echo. I hear my wily brother. He…
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“We both have truths; are mine the same as yours?” Pontius Pilate asks Jesus in the movie Jesus Christ Superstar. That line has stayed with me since the movie’s 1973 debut. That was the first year I was living on my own, disowned by my family, divorced from my husband, disconnected from myself, and feeling…
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Show-and-tell Fridays were days my brothers and I lived for as we progressed through grade school. We simply brought our dad. Well known among our peers as the man who brought unusual artifacts and interesting stories of Native American folklore to life, he also brought the pride of his ancestry. He easily looked the part…
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