Three videos of my suburban garden, including growing cucumbers and cantaloupe on a trellis, volunteer veggies, mulching, out of control tomatoes, and more.
I keep receiving emails from Kohl’s to change my password, even though I have not accessed my Kohl’s account in months. Read my story here…
Happy Father’s Day. I hate these kinds of posts. The ones where I know I’m about to complain for a while. The ones where I will type for an hour then reread and delete the entire thing because I realize…
Warning. Super nerdy post ahead. I have spent the last several days combing the annals of the Internet in the land of Children’s Literature, which has sent me into several rabbit holes of memories the way only books can do. I’ve spared you the walk down memory lane, but I did compile my annual summer reading list of kids books. And I’m totally game to share this list with you.
If we were having coffee right now there’s a lot that we could catch up on. I am so ready for summer! I know it has been a while since I’ve done anything on the blog. Do you believe that I have written no less than seven drafts in the dry spell even though I’ve published basically nothing?
Did I almost get into a collision with you at the Clemmons Library just now? Tell me it wasn’t you. I’m not sure I conducted myself with very much politeness.
If it wasn’t you, there’s a lady out there who has an EERILY similar face to yours.
My late and emotional response to some heaviness on my heart, in my life, and in our world. Plugging away and trying to make sense of things in the face of tragedy and difficulty.
We’re having a snow day in North Carolina, which will inevitably spread into at least two snow days, and possibly three, because we really like to play things cautiously around here.
It is one of my favorite days of the year. It really is. The weather is shit. Yes. But the sun is shining and there is change in the air. Today I am de-Christmas’ing, reflecting, and planning.
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.