cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
On Saturday morning in middle-winter, I stand in my bathroom, highlighting the hair of one of my dear friends. I have a special, recyclable Lululemon bag filled with balayage lightener, clips, a cape, and tin foil. I always put it away in a place that is obvious but I can never find.
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I returned to the Red Tent this year with the intention of engaging its themes through the lens of losing Mom, feeling confident in my decision. Approaching this fifth post, my mind is filled with questions and doubts, threatening to derail the intention that began this process. Is this really a good idea? Am I…
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I stepped in dog shit today. In a different pair of shoes because I stepped in it yesterday, too, and hadn’t had time to clean them. Yesterday, I was mad, but today? Today, I nearly collapsed. “I am a prisoner in my own home,” I moaned, head between my legs, trying to hold myself together.…
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