How Swim Slides, Risk-Taking & Burdens Gives Me Rest

It was 5:00 in the evening on Saturday, freezing cold outside (in the teens with a feels like in single digits), and home in my pajamas is where I wanted to stay.  But, Veronica was invited to a classmates birthday party at the indoor swimming party.  It was from 6:30-8:00, and you can imagine havingContinue reading “How Swim Slides, Risk-Taking & Burdens Gives Me Rest”

Ice Cream Sundaes in November

Too often I look at this little one and I’m overtaken with awe.  Yesterday browsing at old pictures of her wearing the same pajamas that Caprice now wears, and I think, “How did you get to five Cadence?”  And it seems my Tay is no longer Tay.   We rarely call her Tay anymore.  ItContinue reading “Ice Cream Sundaes in November”

Paleo Pumpkin Bread

Friends, I have tried desperately to like pumpkin pie.  I have heaped mounds of whipped cream a top it; but, maybe it’s due to the many bad ones I’ve been given growing up.  For starters, the crusts were always overcooked.  No, they were burnt.  And then there’s the whole pumpkin itself.   Could it beContinue reading “Paleo Pumpkin Bread”

Your Story is Yours, My Story is Mine

The months which followed Veronica’s birth were full of worry and angst.  I felt ill prepared to be a mother.  This new job requiring me to instantly die to myself has been a day by day process, and somehow I was to do it overnight.    I’m a feelings gal.  Always have been, always willContinue reading “Your Story is Yours, My Story is Mine”

Keep on Sharing the Table

If you’re keeping track like me then you know there haven’t exactly been 31 days to Share the Table. After reading my dear friend Kristin Schell’s 31 days of Outrageous Hospitality as the arrive very promptly to my inbox each day, I can’t help but question her true “ENFPness.” Let’s face it–I question my ENFJContinue reading “Keep on Sharing the Table”

When Sharing the Table Is In the Hidden Places

This morning I received the gift of waking up in my own bed to the sound of Caprice crying, “Mama Mama!”  Pulling her up and being able to nurse her still after days apart, and having Ben right next to me.  Drinking an Americano with a splash of heavy whipping cream to saying “Good MorningContinue reading “When Sharing the Table Is In the Hidden Places”

When Sharing the Table Looks Different from What You Imagined (Guest post Tina Joy)

I’m so thrilled to have one of my most dear friends to the table here. Tina is one of my rocks. Her friendship has evolved and grown into such a life source for me, that it has expanded to not only me; but, my family as well. I love her and her little family. WelcomeContinue reading “When Sharing the Table Looks Different from What You Imagined (Guest post Tina Joy)”

Walking in Someone’s Shoes

Before meeting someone, or having that initial encounter I can easily begin assessing them. It’s when I stop, listen to their story and see their humanity, walk in their shoes, then I am really able to share the table. I was thinking about a thought from reader saying how offering hospitality isn’t looking the wayContinue reading “Walking in Someone’s Shoes”

Introverts & Extroverts Share the Table

As an extrovert, I am not intimidated by speaking publicly, or striking up a conversation with someone I don’t know.  I don’t necessarily sign up for all of these opportunities; but, I don’t run away shrieking with fear.  I can easily wear my emotions on my sleeves, while being a “what you see is whatContinue reading “Introverts & Extroverts Share the Table”