A few weeks ago, I found a can of pumpkin sauce at a trip to World Market and picked it up. As one does in the fall when everything is pumpkin. I'm not a huge fan of pasta dishes because gluten makes me feel heavy and sluggish, though Trader Joe's has a great selection of lentil and black bean dry pasta noodles when I'm feeling in the mood for something hearty. This week, I also scored a package of gluten free lasagna sheets. Now I was headed somewhere. I began to check the interwebs for pumpkin . . .
My kids are just coming down from all the birthday hoopla over the last two weeks and beginning to write the gazillion thank you notes to friends and family. They love that part—just kidding. For the first time ever, the twins requested separate parties, and despite my best efforts, would not be persuaded otherwise. I made sure their celebrations wouldn't be held on the same day (I'm not an idiot, y'all), ordered separate invitation designs on Etsy, and planned two verrrry simple shindigs for my . . .
What is going on with October flying by so fast? There's only a handful of days left in my favorite month of the year, and heading over to Shenandoah National Park for a family hike is a must-do while the trees are at their peak. Last year when my oldest daughter was in fourth grade, we signed up for Every Kid in a Park, a program sponsored by the National Park Service that allows fourth graders and their families free admission to any national park. We wore that program out by driving the . . .
Two summers ago, our not-so-very-big house grew a little tighter and a whole lot more fun when my sister-in-law, Jourdan, and her husband, Andrew, came to stay with us for a month. Andrew was completing hospital rotations in his fourth year of medical school, and our family was fortunate that he got to do one at UVA. The following spring when they were matched to Duke University, Graham and I quickly counted the driving time between us—3 1/2 hours was a whole lot better than a grueling 15 to . . .
In today's world of rapid-fire texts, emails, and social media comments, communication is more available and more dysfunctional than ever. A few weeks ago, I realized I had forgotten to respond back to a question from a friend, but couldn't remember for the life of me how she had reached out to begin with. I searched Facebook messages, emails (I have four accounts = ridiculous), text chains, and Instagram messaging. Turns out it was Voxer, another communication tool I love but had forgotten . . .