On July 4th, the only thing we were thinking about was picnic food, fireworks, keeping cool in the river, and everything was red, white, and blue themed. It was summer, and nothing feels more like summer than the Fourth of July. On July 5th, Kenzy asked me a question. “Momma, when we get home from
Still been another one of those weeks here, honestly. Not gonna lie, I am struggling even to write, which says a lot. I don’t ever get to where I am completely blank on things to talk about or write! (You know me, I am a full detailed yacker folks!!) But when you are too exhausted
It is 5:42 p.m., and the kitchen light feels like it’s the last place you wanna be. You are standing in front of the open refrigerator, bathed in its cold, just staring at a drawer of vegetables that feel more like a demanding chore than a promise of nourishment. Not to mention, the sun is
Well, many of you are going to love this column, and many of you will hate it. And that’s OK. There are Christmas lovers, then there are Christmas lovers just at Christmas. I’m just doing my civic duty to throw a reminder out there that we are less than 6 months away from the big
Last week, I was talking about how wonderful our river lot neighbors are and how blessed we are to be in such a great area with an amazing group of what is now our river family. But how did we meet? If it wasn’t borrowing a lighter or a can opener, it happened like this.
Alright. Who’s the one who took this picture of me in our kitchen!? It’s pretty clear it’s me, right down to the blue fuzzy star robe and slippers. The cute black dog attached to hims momma’s hip kinda gave it away too. This is literally what my slow mornings look like at home. Messy bun,
