Hospitality Of Art

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Living Out of Abundance, Not Scarcity

Do you ever feel this need to live life in scarcity mode rather than one of abundant offering? When I open up our fridge I begin rationing out the food out of fear that I will use up everything too quickly and be without. But what happens in my attempt to control and operate out of scarcity? Food spoils and goes rancid.   Could my attempt of control and mode...

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The Story Worth Living

April showers bring May flowers, at least that's how it used to work. Around here the weather patterns seem to have shifted a bit since I was a young girl. This year we had an April snow shower that brought more snow than we saw all winter. A week later the April sunshine pushed the thermometer well past 80 degrees. But even with the crazy weather patterns, the day still came...

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The Art We Make at the Table

This is a story of two tables. The first is round. The wood is dark, and the square pedestal is cracked. We bought the table as newlyweds. We spent weeks hunting for chairs to match. The six chairs we found were always a little wobbly, but the warm, wood color was just right. It needed sixteen years, but we did, eventually, grow to fill those chairs. Jonathan and myself. Two...

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Art For The Heart

I can't keep up with the piles and stacks of her art that find their way to my night stand when I'm in the shower, or the ones she sets on the kitchen counter top in the middle of the mad-rush to get dinner on the table. She's always creating something, and always quick to give her art away.  We tell her repeatedly that she has a bent for it--that...

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Storied Dishes

After we got engaged I couldn't wait to finally get to choose an everyday china pattern and register for gifts. (How in the world was that almost 30 years ago?) I didn't need to choose fine china; I had inherited my mother's Malden by Oxford, simple, rimmed in gold, and stunning. I'm one of those who believes kitchen art begins with pretty dishes. A spectacularly set table doesn't necessarily have to...

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Tea and Toast: Why We Love to Read About Food

Some of my favorite memories of life around the table involve foods I’ve never eaten and gatherings I’ve never attended. Only murmur the words sardines on toast, and I will sigh with pleasure. I have never tasted that precise combination, but many times I have sat by the fire with Lucy and Mr. Tumnus, warming my hands with a teacup and listening to the sleepy singing of his flute. I...

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This Ain’t a Science, So Quit Making Rules

We were friends before we ever lived in the same town. Pinterest led me to her blog a week before we traveled to Alabama, and then I chanced to meet her at a park. We knew pretty quickly that we were best friend material. That summer we decided to move to her area, but first we had to go home and pack up life in NY. She kept our friendship...

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A Seat At My Table

I was going into 11th grade outside of Chicago as our family started over again in a new city, new schools, new house. We’d moved to the DC suburbs just two years prior and moved houses between my freshman and sophomore years, as well. When I overheard my parents say the move to Illinois was definite, I excused myself from a dinner banquet to throw up in the bathroom. I...

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Embracing the Art of Considering

The lunch hour begins at 1pm in the UK. My inner clock, born in the US, is adjusting to pushing lunchtime back an hour. I’m learning to ignore a growling stomach and embrace a culture of stopping midday for a respite. After decades of living hurried up on the inside, measuring time by productivity and eating lunch while standing up at the kitchen counter, Europeans are teaching me about the...

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Invitation To Dance

Before sunrise on 125th Street, before the vendors and employees arrive at the buildings along the boulevard, two men greet each other with a hug. They begin to unload vans and unfold tables, arrange incense and small colored bottles and soaps, accessories for small electronics and hand crafted beanies. While doing this music plays. The men stop when they recognize a communal favorite and finish their morning routine stepping together,...

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