The following memories are things I jotted down directly after their original occurrence or utterance by one of my children. All statuses are cut and pasted directly from my Facebook feed.
Stressed out by a seemingly endless list of things to do? Here’s how I plan to make use of my extra week of holiday prep this year.
My husband is running for mayor. People keep asking me how it’s going. And I keep wondering if they really want to hear the answer. The fact is, it’s going. In every single direction, every single day, and most evenings. And it isn’t easy.
Yes. That weird month where the weather has my kids cursing me every day after school for either freezing to death or boiling alive, there’s enough candy in the house to last us until my birthday next August, the rotting pumpkins on my front won’t fit on the compost pile, and that dreaded phone call to the ACA looms
I had my last cup of coffee exactly one week ago Saturday. And I have some things to say about caffeine withdrawal.
This post may contain affiliate links. Read my full disclosure here. Holy crap, it’s October. Thank you, North Carolina, for masking that fact through yet another Indian Summer. You know I’ll never complain about being too hot. But seriously. It’s…
I awoke to news of yet another mass shooting. Yet. Another. And again with the title worst in recent history as if each mass shooting has to outdo the last. Unlike the Boston Marathon bombing, I’m miles and time zones and…
This post may contain affiliate links. Read my full disclosure here. Now that I’m a full ten years into this motherhood gig, and my fourth child is 3, I’ve spent a little time around more kids than just mine. I…
Breakfast breads. Pumpkin bread. Banana bread. Dreams of zucchini-straight-from-my-garden that has become zucchini-from-the-grocery-store-because-I-grew-exactly-one-zucchini-total-this-year bread.
Consignment season is under way, and what a better time to get organized, clean-out, and make a little money on the side.