A few days ago I was leaving the gym which just happens to be the most hoppin' place in town (ah, New Year's resolutions). It was freezing and I was . . .
The most interesting conversations with my kids happen in the car. There's something about that uninterrupted time on the road that inspires us to . . .
A year ago this month, I was dumped by a close friend. Not a gradual fading of friendship which often happens amid changing circumstances, a physical . . .
Since we moved to Charlottesville, going to the Farmers Market has been part of my regular Saturday morning routine. Most of the time I leave with a . . .
We're on vacation in Charleston this weekend and having the best time. My niece, who lives in the Palmetto state, just turned 5 years old and we began . . .
Last month, a friend and I attended a lavender workshop at Pharsalia, an 1814 plantation in the foothills of Blue Ridge Mountains, near Roseland, . . .