cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
The December rain was cold as we walked from the neurosurgeon’s office to our Mazda minivan. I would have run to avoid getting soaked, but running was not an option for Mark, so we walked as quickly as his nerve-damaged leg would allow. The sun had already started to set, and Christmas lights twinkled as…
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Nine mug shots appeared in our local paper’s headline story this week.
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There is a place near my home that I am drawn to on days when I am in need of respite. It is a place that feels sacred to me, hidden as it is in a sprawling neighborhood.
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“Why wouldn’t you go for the M.Div?” McKenna asked.
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It has been 10 months since we last connected—10 months and a lifetime.
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The dailyness of advent keeps me atuned to the world around me, it invites me over and over again to be present, listening, feeling, wondering.
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