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,
Every year when the Fourth of July rolls around, I start looking forward to our family tradition. This year is a huge one, as you all know! It’s America’s 250th anniversary, and the holiday actually falls on a Saturday. People all over the country are planning big, fancy trips, but there is only one place
I have a question for you, younger people. Do you remember when we were younger, how our grandparents loved sitting on the porch, sipping sweet tea, watching the birds, and just visiting? It was so simple, and yet brought them so much joy. How we thought at that time how boring it was, but because
In my Mother’s Day column a few weeks ago, I shared a bit about my childhood. Growing up, I always knew I wanted to be a momma and a wife. I dreamed about the family I would one day build. But what I didn’t realize back then was how much my definition of a “good
Well folks, it’s pretty safe to say that summer is here. Kids are officially out of school! It’s hard to believe. We have one kiddo going into a brand-new school this fall. Middle school. Then our bigger kid will be a junior in high school. The older they get, the faster time goes, I swear.
Consider this your official public service announcement for the season, coming straight from someone who learned her lesson the hard way. The hard, itchy, miserable, three-week-long hard way. It started with poison oak. If you’ve ever had it, you already know. If you haven’t, count your blessings and keep reading, because what I’m about to
