Post-pool date, I caught up with my girl about tech. I asked her about the nature of her relationship with her phone, how she's going to deal being . . .
Spent a little one-on-one with my girl today talking through the topic of change and transition which is just flat out hard no matter what kind of . . .
My kid wore a dress to school yesterday. Her first of the year. Trying to pull my jaw off the floor, I calmly told her she looked great. And when she . . .
Over the weekend—yes, Mother's Day weekend—I went away by myself for a night. Sounds kind of counterintuitive, I know. Didn't I want to wake up on . . .
I remember the exact day—the exact moment—when I realized I didn't have to keep pushing. It was August 19, 2016, the day after my birthday, and my . . .
Y'all a professional photographer I am not. I don't shoot in manual. I don't have the best lens. I make a ton of amateur mistakes. But I've worked . . .
About once a week, our kids eat hot dogs for dinner. Another night, it's grilled cheese sandwiches. Every Friday is pizza for supper. It's not . . .
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 . . .
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 . . .
Every spring, it never fails. Like clockwork, as soon as the temperatures rise and the rainy season starts, we have an ant invasion on . . .