“I think it’s hard because we’re just patch-working trying to make it all work.” The words rolled off my tongue with much-too-much ease as my husband and I labored through our predictable weekly rhythm of figuring out schedules, childcare, meetings, and meals. His subtle response to the obvious as he put away dishes and called…
We’ve had some lovely posts on freedom and honoring both our forefathers and our military these past few days here at The Glorious Table, but as we wrap up the holiday weekend, I wanted to share with you what’s been on my heart, in case it speaks to yours too. Yesterday we had friends over…
I used to be a word thrower. Words were my defense, and I could whip them out ninja-style. Like those throwing stars with super sharp corners, I threw them with the intention to hurt and rip and tear. Don’t you dare, and if you do, I’ll throw them at you fast and hard. You’ll learn….
My husband walked into our bedroom to find me sobbing. When he asked me what had happened, I couldn’t manage to get out more than a few disjointed words. So I just handed him my laptop and said, “Watch. Listen.” He pressed play and watched Kelly Clarkson courageously stand before millions of eyes and share…
I met my parents when I was seventy-two hours old. That’s not how most parent-child relationships start, but this was no ordinary story. Instead of months of pregnancy, my parents experienced years of attempting to adopt. Instead of hours of labor, they spent hours in the car, racing to a hospital for a baby who…
When I was invited to join a group of girlfriends at a beach house for a long weekend, the hostess offered to take care of the food. I said, “I’ll bring chocolate.” To me, there’s something intimate about sharing homemade chocolate truffles with friends. And even though I loved the idea of a break from…