cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
It’s early. The morning light still feels cold with sharp lines cutting between sun and shadow. I open the blinds and catch the sunrise climbing over the power lines and trees. With its light, I breathe in a sense of possibility as I turn to the kitchen to pour myself a cup of coffee. And then…
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I thought it would be more glamorous, ruling my little kingdom. Perhaps because my mother made it look pretty effortless…or at least manageable. But the truth is, it’s not manageable on so many days. Every day I wake up, and I try and fail and go to sleep and do it again. I’ve read all…
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We were young when Sarah and I first met. I was 15, boy crazy and attempting to emulate my life from the movie Clueless.
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I’m fairly certain I would make a lousy world-traveler.
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