cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
When I hear the word “innocent,” it makes me cringe. Not in a “She’s innocent until proven guilty” kind of way, but in the “She is young, lovely, and innocent” kind of way. I’ve tried to release that feeling when it comes to others, but I must be honest that when I think of those…
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“When I became a man, I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.” – C.S. Lewis It happened almost every Sunday night. My parents and I would return home from the evening service at church, open the door, and be met by a burst of heat.…
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A treat was toast, thick with sweet creamery butter and sugar on top, velvety crisp with pops of crunchy sweet granules between our teeth.
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I watched her steal His heart.
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“My family and I are looking for sex.”
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“For a while I could not remember some word I was in need of, and I was bereaved and said: where are you, beloved friend? ~ Mary Oliver
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