Each morning, as my mother does, as her mother did before us, I put away the dishes. I rise early to relish in the rapture of a quiet house before the raucous of the day begins. Whether the children, the husband, or the guests are sleeping or I am alone in my house, the ritual is the same. This is my morning meditation.
Read MoreI had a simple vision for our newest window display at Nectar for 2014; quince clipped from my snow-covered garden, their spindly, stark branches to be placed in a large vase on a beautiful hand-made dining table.
Read MoreI wanted to write about how incredibly grateful I am to be raising my baby and older sons in a community where mothering is respected and supported.
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