Last weekend, I spent the night with a dozen girlfriends in a 170-year-old farmhouse over a few glasses of wine and a roaring fire. I was in my happy place for sure. We cooked for each other, played games, rocked on the front porch at sunset, and talked late into the night. And then I woke up the next day and met my husband and toddler at the pediatrician where she tested positive for Type A flu. Y'all there are going to be mountaintops in life. And there is going to be junk. Our job . . .
One of my dearest friends in the world used to be afraid of flying. Like crazy afraid. We'd prep for weeks before a trip, and one spring break in college, she white knuckled my hand all the way to Florida. Did she overcome her fear by avoiding flights altogether? By only traveling as far as car or train would take her? Nope. She became a flight attendant. Y'all I'm not kidding. My sweet friend flew the friendly skies for several years, on smooth flights and turbulent ones, until she had . . .
Every spring, it never fails. Like clockwork, as soon as the temperatures rise and the rainy season starts, we have an ant invasion on our kitchen counters. Ugh. Of course we don't want to spray our surfaces with harmful chemicals. We also don't want ants running rampant in the space where we make and consume our food. The answer? Find the source of the problem. Where are they gaining access into my kitchen? Often, it's the dishwasher which is installed on an exterior wall, or from . . .
Today's feature on The Thersday Series is one of my oldest and dearest friends. We were roommates one summer in college, attendants in each other's weddings, and guests at our children's birthday parties. So when her A-DORABLE son got sick 18 months ago, I felt very, very far away, unable to help. Still, it was a comfort to know that Hallie had one of the strongest support systems during Grayson's long hospital stay—and still does. What I find most remarkable about this tenderhearted mama is her . . .
You know February 14th is approaching when the Target dollar section transforms from New Year's confetti to heart overload. Personally, I think Valentine's is one of the most overrated holidays of the year. The flowers are heavily marked up, all our favorite restaurants are booked, and the kids are sugared to the max. Graham and I don't do a whole lot of gifting in mid-February and have been known to put a movie on for the kids and enjoy a charcuterie and cheese board in the dining room by . . .