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Continue reading →: When Motherhood Quietly Shifts
and love demands new spaces to exist in There’s a season when a mother is the heartbeat of the home. For me, so much of that season lived around our table. Homework spread across the wood. After-school snacks lined up in a row. Birthday candles glowing. Late-night talks when the…

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Continue reading →: Tears are love’s way of saying, “I honor.”
When gratitude meets goodbye and still whispers thank you. Forgive my absence. I took longer than intended even though the quiet space was necessary for reflection, and to settle the inner turmoil caused by a deeply felt need to fix and control. Especially when it is not my place to…

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Continue reading →: Complimentary Gum and Sunday Mornings
Complimentary Gum and Sunday Mornings “Do you want a piece of gum?”I can still hear Mary’s voice as she asked the question so many times while rummaging through her purse. Most often, we were sitting in a church pew waiting for the service to begin. Sometimes she offered a choice…

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Continue reading →: Where We Become
How often do we truly think about the dining table- beyond its size, purpose, or aesthetic appeal? For years, I didn’t. But as I’ve grown older, especially now as an empty nester in my forties, I find myself reflecting more often as I wipe down its surface. For me, the…

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Continue reading →: The Door Opened Early!
I couldn’t help myself- it’s a beautiful day. I opened the door to let the breeze in, and you’ve found your way here- maybe a little early. But sometimes that’s how grace works. We’re invited in before everything’s perfect. This is The Tables That Raised Me, a gathering of stories,…

