cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
“Is a bagel still called a bagel if there is not a hole in the middle?” Chatter in the room quiets down and eyes shift towards me, awaiting my answer. The scenario is common, the question new. I try to give my reply. A succinct answer is what is being asked of me, but I…
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I was lookin’ for love in all the wrong places lookin’ for love in too many faces searchin’ their eyes and lookin’ for traces of what I’m dreamin’ of (Johnny Lee) I’ve read that babies who are not loved and held develop what is called “failure to thrive syndrome” and may die. Relationships, certainly marriages,…
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