cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
Who knew the small stone would ricochet off the rockface? Before I hurled it, my imagination assured me it would shatter into pieces to mirror the condition of my heart. Instead, the ricochet honors my teetering emotions in the tension of joy and sorrow.
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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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My sister Crystal graciously offered for me and my 17-year-old daughter, Tori, to use her home for a mini vacation while she was out of town.
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