cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
There have been so many answers to my call over the years of my life, countless “hellos” on the other end of the phone. Many different occasions, some in celebration, a baby is on the way, some in distress, have you heard from him, some with hope, when will you arrive, others with disappointment, I’m…
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The air has a bit of a chill in it, the first leaves have started to change on our trees, sprinkling the yard with crimson, gold, and amber. Summer has past, and fall is upon us.
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Thursday morning, I sat in my sunroom with my first cup of good coffee in what felt like a lifetime.
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I read the email over again, seeking to ensure it said exactly what I meant. Asking felt so risky. This whole dinner felt risky. Why had I agreed to this?
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I was hungry and tired. It was warm, very warm.
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Thirty years ago, in Miami, Florida, on February 16, Jerry and I were married in the Baptist church where I had been since birth and where he had come when he was six from the cold north, following the path of his father who followed his father.
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