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 . . .
I remember the exact day—the exact moment—when I realized I didn't have to keep pushing. It was August 19, 2016, the day after my birthday, and my . . .
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, . . .
"It is better to be loved than admired. It is better to be truly known and seen and taken care of by a small tribe than adored by strangers . . .
You know how the day before you're scheduled for a haircut, you can't do a thing with your hair? Turns out the same holds true for moms the day . . .
Tomorrow morning, my family will head out for what will likely be an 8-hour road trip to visit my family in Kentucky. I haven't lived in the Bluegrass . . .
I’ve just returned home to my tribe from a dreamy girlfriends’ weekend with my college roommate in Scottsdale, Arizona. We planned the trip in January . . .
I am over the moon excited to be meeting my college roommate this Friday for a girlfriends' weekend. We have a tradition of taking an annual "roomie" . . .
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 . . .
For the first decade or so of our marriage, my husband and I didn't have a designated vacation spot. Oh, we love to travel, but just couldn't seem to . . .