cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
I grew up with the names “it,” “thing,” and occasionally “numb nuts.” These gruesome names marked me while simultaneously dehumanizing me within my home. I was given an American name when I was adopted from my orphanage to the U.S. I heard this name used mostly outside of my home by teachers and friends. There…
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“All you need to remember is how it sounded when you stood in the place of death and heard the living call your name.” – Jan Richardson After several trusted friends recommended it, I sat down for the first episode of The Chosen. The series begins in 2 B.C. with young Mary in Magdala. Frightened and…
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In general, I like beginnings more than endings—especially for movies, books, yard work, warm weather, holidays, and pretty much everything (except for running and going to the dentist). Endings can feel too final for me.
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