I loved my mother but she never was a safe person.
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cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
I loved my mother but she never was a safe person.
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Happy New Year and welcome to 2016.
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I love to dance. As a 7th grader I took ballroom dance lesson where I learned the Cha-Cha, the Foxtrot, the Waltz and the Jitter Bug.
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The IV pole moved slowly, propelled by a pale child with sunken eyes ringed with dark circles.
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My daughter-in-law called me the other day and said, “Please talk to Isabelle (my almost 5 year old granddaughter). She’s freaking out because she’s not a baby anymore.”
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I read a wonderful blog on Facebook today by Kim Simon. It was entitled: To My Fellow Mom’s on the First Day of Kindergarten.
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Almost a year ago, my grandmother died. She was 99 years old
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There’s a very old, worn notecard in a recipe basket that reads “from the kitchen of Tracy Johnson,” and on that card is the recipe for our Great Grandmother’s pumpkin pie.
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