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 . . .
I am that mom who gave EVERYTHING away after having her "last baby" only to then have her actual last baby. Thank goodness for friends who stepped in . . .
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 . . .
Memorial Day is just around the corner and cookouts are sure to be in abundance. My dear friend Janean, otherwise known as the Fredericksburg Foodie, . . .
In just a few short weeks, my children will have completed another year of school. Months of buzzing alarms, class projects, book assignments, and . . .
Last week, I played hooky with my oldest daughter. I adjusted my work hours and pulled her out of school for no good reason other than to spend time . . .