cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
I turned 50 this year. Can I share that there is a lot of pressure to be awesome by 50? You should take a monumental trip, have a huge party, have your children rise up and call you blessed. Good Lord! The pressure! My 40s were hard. In the last ten years, I have sat…
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I grew up never liking my name. It wasn’t that my name was anything unusual or difficult to pronounce. I was just never fond of it. I remember sitting in school as my teachers would “call roll” imagining that my name would have been one of my fellow classmates. When you have a three syllable…
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