There is a phenomenon happening in my home right this minute and it is called MY PRE-TEEN. If ever I thought the season of bonding, secret telling, . . .
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 months—no, years now—my hubby has been inviting us to accompany him on his business trips. I've taken advantage of a few with him sans children, . . .
This summer, we heard a piece on the Today show about the looming extinction of the middle child in America. That sounds a bit dramatic, but here's . . .
Often the most negative voice in our lives is the one between our ears. But not always. A few days ago, I listened to a group of moms at a playground . . .
I took my pre-teen back-to-school shopping and lived to tell the tale. Okay, that's a bit dramatic. But, really. Maddox starts middle school next . . .
A million years ago, I had a little blog called Girl, Boy, Girl. By the way, never name a blog after something that could change (aka Winnie would . . .
We just returned home from a 10-day vacation to South Carolina and I documented our trip using only my iPhone X, and y'all, no one is more surprised . . .
When I was a kid, my grandmother took me to a craft festival in Berea, Kentucky. I loved going from booth to booth and admiring all the handmade . . .