“If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.” I have loved this lyric from John Mark McMillan’s song “How He Loves” since the moment I first heard it. Perhaps it’s because of my love of the ocean, which so easily brings the word picture to life. Or maybe it’s because the word picture meets my…
We fell in love with the Outer Banks of North Carolina in 1995, and we’ve returned almost every summer since. Each time we cross the Wright Memorial Bridge, the three-mile span that serves as the unofficial entrance, we roll down the windows and turn up our favorite Jimmy Buffett song. The smells, the sounds, and…
My five-year-old son, Eli, loves both the ocean and all things dinosaur-related. When I learned about a beach near us on the Chesapeake Bay that was prime ground for fossil-hunting—specifically for shark teeth—I knew we had to go. It’s a beautiful place. The water, the sky, the sand–it’s all peaceful and lovely. And the fossils…
Ten years ago next month, I started a new life. When I was fourteen, my mother lay in a tuberculosis sanitarium fighting for her life, while at home her mother died of kidney disease. Thirty-six months later, when I was seventeen, Mom lost her life to kidney disease as well. At twenty-eight, I learned the…
My dad recently had surgery that prevented him from being able to swallow for almost a week. Although he got all the nutrition he needed through an IV, his thirst remained unquenched—and voracious. Finally, five days post-op, he took a single sip to swallow a pill. The look of ecstasy on his face as he…
The Glorious Table is delighted to welcome Tosca Lee, New York Times bestselling author of the recently published Firstborn, to the table today. Last year, this devoted city girl married the man of her dreams: a kind and gentle (and, okay, super handsome) farmer and single father. In the space of “I do,” I became…