We Are All Picky Eaters
by Christie PurifoyThe Ten Commandments say nothing about picky eaters. I know this, yet I’ll be honest and tell you I just now double checked to be sure. Now I want to attach an asterisk at “honor...
View ArticleBlessed are the Caretakers
by Kamille ScellickAs I’m chopping vegetables to saute in my cast iron pot, one of my daughters runs up asking if I will dance with her. Flustered, thinking, “can’t she see I’m in the middle of making...
View ArticleMaking Peace With The Life I Love
by Lisha EppersonWaiting with my family on the subway platform my teen aged son asked “what’s wrong mom?” I was doing it again. The verbal parrying taking place in my head had left a scowl on my face....
View ArticleAfter The Storm
by Bronwyn JardinMy father’s big hands light a hurricane lamp and pull a porch chair closer to his. With a gentle touch on my shoulder, he bids me sit. Trembling joints remind me I have not rested once...
View ArticleHappy Birthday GraceTable~A Letter To Our Readers (Plus A Giveaway)
by KrisDearest readers, It’s hard to believe it’s been 2 years since the table was set in this quiet space. In the midst of the flurry of fall and working on other projects, I forgot that November is...
View ArticleGrief, Gratitude, and Turkey Stuffing
by Christie PurifoyThanksgiving was the first holiday we celebrated after moving to this old red-brick farmhouse in southeastern Pennsylvania. Tomorrow, we will celebrate our fifth Thanksgiving in this...
View ArticleThe Kindness of Strangers
by Robin DanceIt was a day of inconveniences, the kind where you wonder if you’ll be able to get it all done. Since I was driving out of town the next day, taking my car to the shop for its past due...
View ArticleWhen Everything Feels Too Frivolous or Too Urgent
by Alia Joy HagenbachI’ve been mostly absent from social media for the past few months. I come and go but mostly I’ve been offline trying to live into my present. Living in the now is no small task. We...
View ArticleCome, Taste and See
by K. C. IretonA drizzly Tuesday afternoon in late summer found me at the grocery store, picking up a dozen items that we’d somehow managed to miss on our weekly shopping trip over the weekend. I am...
View ArticleThey Said It Would Get Better
by Grace P. ChoI remember when we first moved back to California, and the nightly nightmares began. He’d scream at the top of his lungs, and I’d jolt awake with my heart racing; anger, frustration,...
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