I can so clearly remember learning that my sorority sister and college dorm neighbor, Lindy, had been seriously injured during a ski trip in Wyoming. . . .
March is a tease. In the course of a week, I have seen sleet AND had my cheeks pinked by a warm, sunny day. This moody month just cannot make up her . . .
Turning the calendar to March is as much a fresh start as it is a hopeful prayer: the end of winter is visibly in sight, daffodils have popped their . . .
When you meet Carrie of Snail Mail greeting cards, you'll notice this Richmond-based young creative's bubbly spirit and contagious energy. Carrie's a . . .
I was able to hang out with my dear friend, Lorae, earlier this week and it was like a balm for my soul. You have no idea how much two mamas can talk . . .
Dear Son, After months of evaluations, endless surveys, and professional opinions, you were diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder . . .
Several years ago when I was deep in the throws of toddlerhood with twins and Just. Trying. To. Survive, I spent a February afternoon with Lorae. In . . .
If your family is like mine, you've had your fair share of the flu this season. After my oldest daughter recovered a few weeks ago, we thought we were . . .
When Kensi miscarried in 2015, I shared my own experience of pregnancy loss with her, explaining just how quickly I had conceived again, this time . . .
I love how Lorae and I can jump from deeply personal conversations one minute to silly, superfluous dialogue the next. Being able to swim in the deep . . .