Kristin Schell
I’m sitting at my kitchen desk, watching through the window as a FedEx truck pulls up to my neighbor’s house. Normally I wouldn’t give pause to a package being left in plain sight on their doorstep, but today is different. Today, the serial bomber in Austin, Texas is dead. The terror of deadly packages and unsuspecting tripwire, however, still looms…
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Oh Hey 2018! I see you there with all your promise and possibility. Shiny new journals and healthy new habits and bold resolutions. You temptress, you. I’m not ready. Nope. And, I’m not going to fight it either. As my friend Lara Casey says, “There’s nothing magical about January 1.” I have a celebration chaos hangover. Maybe you feel this…
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Ordinary Moments Matter I started using the phrase “gather small and love deep” long before I fully realized what it meant. Intuitively I knew the Turquoise Table was perfectly designed for four to six people—small gatherings. And being at the table, facing each other and sitting side by side, would allow an intimacy to listen and have real conversations. What…
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Spontaneous Moments Life at the Turquoise Table is a multitude of tiny moments, mini-miracles really, strung together like radiant beams of light over the places we call home. Like the night my neighbor Monique reached out. I was at the kitchen sink doing dishes after dinner when she sent a text asking if we could talk. “Sure,” I replied. “Meet…
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Summer Time and the Living is Easy Longer days mean more time to enjoy gathering at the Turquoise Table with family and friends. Conversations linger well into the night and come-as-you-are is the only requirement. Spontaneous get-togethers are the best. I don’t know about you, but when I have too many planned events on my calendar I begin to get…
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Love invites us to move outside into the neighborhood. The day the Turquoise Table went missing, my phone was flooded with texts from concerned friends. We were out of town for the Fourth of July holiday, and our neighbors knew we weren’t home to see that the table had mysteriously disappeared from our front yard. “You’ve been robbed!” “Pranksters have…
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