This summer my daughter and her little girl stayed with us for a few days. One day, I showed my granddaughter a bowl that had belonged to one of her great-great-grandmothers. With all the sincerity of an eight-year-old, she said she wished that they were still alive. She wanted to meet them and talk to…
Building community one friendship at a time
Building community starts with being vulnerable enough to invite others into our messy, imperfect, authentic lives. Pushing the mail and homework and clutter to the end of the table to make room for food and conversation. Setting aside expectations and entering into heartfelt, soul stirring relationship. Risking rejection and judgement and offering ourselves up to…
