cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
God chuckled the day I articulated, “I can work from any kitchen table with Wi-Fi in the lower 48 states.” My time as a widow had been a dark 6 years—almost 7, years in which my heart and mind begged God to stop my breath. Then, as abruptly as my widowhood had begun, it ended.…
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Traveling through memories often takes me back to kindergarten days. At that young age, I already knew some basics. I had learned the alphabet, how to write my name—first, middle, and last—and could figure basic addition facts with the help of my fingers and, occasionally, toes. 1+1=2 provided a logical place to start, and math…
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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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