cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
July 3, 1954. She sat alone at the end of the counter while noise and laughter rose and fell around her. She hardly noticed the soda placed in front of her by the waitress with the sweet Southern drawl. While she was trying to hold onto hope, sadness settled in as she replayed the months that…
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Dreams awaiting daylight. I have so many. Planted in the secret, quiet confines of a tender heart. But how do you dream anew after years of hopes unanswered? After giving your all and coming so close but it not being quite enough? How do you dare ask for the impossible, when you’re battered and bruised?…
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I still remember the knots that formed in my stomach as my 16th birthday approached. To me, it felt high stakes. I wanted to invite everyone—guys and girls, my crush and his friends, favorite teachers, friends in college and beyond it. I wanted to throw a party people showed up to. I wanted to be a…
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Several years ago I really wanted a Stretch Armstrong doll for Christmas. The doll’s marketing team must have known what they were doing because they targeted me through catchy commercials and it worked. Once I saw the rubbery doll stretch to incredible lengths, I was sold.
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Dear Ones, It is here, Christmas Eve. For many of us I suspect we would say that the month has flown by and we cannot believe it’s already Christmas. For some of us the month has felt like an eternity, slowly and achingly passing as we’ve lived one day at a time hoping for the…
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