cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
Victor and I are having lunch together when suddenly our conversation is muted by the loud rumble of a train. We feel the tremors of the building shake in response to the passing locomotive and wait for the train to pass. We have been apart from one another due to a season of unexpected hurdles…
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“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.” – Billy, age 4, defining love If you were to come to a Red Tent dinner at my home, we would sit in my dining room. The table, purchased twenty years ago at…
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The angels broke into the atmosphere, announcing good news that seemed too late. But, they broke in anyway….
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Before meeting my husband, Chris, I was not in the habit of initiating “hello’s”, other than the necessary ones when answering the phone.
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Our first year of marriage wasn’t what I’m assuming many newlyweds experience.
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My husband and I are struggling.
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