cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
My son bought me a gratitude journal this past Christmas. I’ve always recommended the use of gratitude journals but, admittedly, thought that I didn’t need them since I trend toward realistic optimism as my normal modus operandi. However, this was the year that started out…weird. From the beginning moments of 2024, I started asking…
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Sometimes I wonder whether I’ve read so much nineteenth-century literature written by women that I’ve started to live out the plot of some of my favorite books. Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women was a favorite of mine. My uncle bought me a beautiful copy when I turned 10, and I read and re-read that lovely,…
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I’ve always struggled to connect with other women, especially groups of women. While I’ve usually had a “bestie” in whom I could confide, I always had the impression that many other women found me to be a little too much. Which is funny, because I am probably the most introverted person in my family. Sometimes…
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