This Christmas, I was rifling through some drawers in my bedroom in search of a gift I must have ‘hidden too well’ when I found a plastic baggie full of small, brown cards.
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cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
This Christmas, I was rifling through some drawers in my bedroom in search of a gift I must have ‘hidden too well’ when I found a plastic baggie full of small, brown cards.
Read MoreIt was in between History and Biology, lockers were slamming, books getting jostled around as the flood of high school hormones attempted to navigate the walkway.
Read MoreI sat across from her, a woman I barely knew, sipping coffee, listening, sharing and hearing stories and dreams.
Read MoreA year ago I stepped off the “L” in Chicago to meet Ellen.
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