I turned the calendar to December yesterday and sat with that for a while. This month, we will have been under a global pandemic for 40 weeks; the . . .
In most years, Thanksgiving in my family begins with a series of emails. We coordinate food, sleep accommodations, birthday celebrations (we have 3 . . .
Titles used to mean a great deal to me. When I worked as the marketing manager of a private school, I desperately wanted to add the word director . . .
Graham and I went away to New England this weekend, just the two of us, for his 40th birthday. We passed through Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and . . .
You know February 14th is approaching when the Target dollar section transforms from New Year's confetti to heart overload. Personally, I think . . .
Today is our Winnie's second birthday and we are going to blow it up big—toddler-style—for her. Balloons and cupcakes and singing. A trip to her . . .
I can't quite remember when I started making my pomegranate sangria, but it has been my Thanksgiving contribution for at least the last 8 years (I . . .
As a former military family, November 11th is a special day in our home. Honoring the armistice signed by Germany and Allied troops on November 11, . . .
Not quite sure why, but I've always made a big to-do over my babes' second birthdays. I think it's because the first birthday is always a hallmark of . . .
For the last few weeks, my kids have been hunting around for Father's Day gifts for my husband. They found an iron-on nametag that says "My name is . . .