cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
About a year ago, my literary soulmate, Bridget, who had moved away, was struggling. A close friend of ours, Julie, was facing a cancer recurrence, and the prognosis was grim. Torn about returning for a visit, she recalled a quiche she had once made that Julie had loved—it was the only thing Julie could eat…
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“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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“I’ll never pierce my cartilage. That is just gross.” I said the words to my mother and sister with the absolute, undeniable certainty every 15-year-old possesses.
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There is a reality that I have tried to avoid for well over 40 years. It is not one that I asked for but one that simply is.
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Confession: I’m envious.
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