cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
When I began writing about losing Mom last August, I knew July was waiting on the other side. I knew that at the end of this journey I would be practicing gratitude, thankful for the gift of this year. There was an inner knowing, a need to sort out the words and feelings surrounding my…
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Recently, I was gifted with a surprise night to savor an evening at the theater indulging in the musical Hamilton. The musical had come to my attention during the summer of 2020 while much of the world was still on lockdown. Social media was hyping the Broadway musical, and eventually my curiosity was piqued. Hamilton’s…
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A week after graduating from college, I sat in the waiting room listening to classical music drowning out all other noises. I was extremely anxious and did not know what to expect. My stomach was in knots. When the door opened, a tall, professor-like man walked out and greeted me. He introduced himself, “Hi, I am…
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“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.” – Billy, age 4, defining love If you were to come to a Red Tent dinner at my home, we would sit in my dining room. The table, purchased twenty years ago at…
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“Hey, Mimi, I read your book.” I was slightly caught off guard as I began to wonder what prompted my 17-year-old grandson to be reading my book at this time of his life. My mind swirled a bit as I speculated as to where this casual conversation may take us.
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