Ash Wednesday. A chalked smearing of celebration tasted—now absent, ached for, and anticipated.
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cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
Ash Wednesday. A chalked smearing of celebration tasted—now absent, ached for, and anticipated.
Read More“Have you tried online dating?”
Read MoreWe sat across the table from each other in a quaint hole-in-the-wall Japanese restaurant.
Read MoreI don’t know how to do this.
Read More“My family and I are looking for sex.”
Read MoreLately, so much pain has confronted me. So many people I know facing such grief.
Read MoreThis month I found myself reflecting on the children’s book, “Are You My Mother?” by P.D. Eastman.
Read MoreFriend? I would be less than honest if I didn’t say that the word “friend” provokes both terror and tenderness in my heart.
Read MoreThe year was 2004. We had slept very little, but needed to board buses and vans for the trip to the airport to fly into the military town of Tindouf , Algeria.
Read MoreThere are defining moments in my life that resonate daily.
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