I'd only known Britt—a warm, hospitable, lovely new pal—for a few months before she told me about her best childhood friend, Al. The story was so tragic and heartbreaking I could hardly believe what I was hearing, but I also noticed an urgency in Britt's voice that I now recognize as a passion to see Al's story told and awareness raised about Postpartum Depression. If this blog is anything at all, it is a place for women to gather, connect, and truth tell, even when those truths are hard to . . .
Clearing out my phone messages the other day, I found this text chain with my neighbors the night before Winnie was born. About a month earlier, we had asked these friends to be our standbys when it was time to head to the hospital. Within minutes of texting them after I'd gone into labor, someone volunteered to spend the night, and others made plans to get the children to school the next morning. Graham and I backed out of the driveway that night knowing that our little people were being loved . . .
Thanksgiving is just days away and I'll be going on hiatus next week for some quality time with the fam bam, but Lorae's Company Memo should have you in good shape as you prepare for Turkey Day. Have a wonderful weekend everyone! Prepare: Thanksgiving Hacks I don't know about you but I'm already getting a little panicky about Thanksgiving and the food that comes with it. Will the stores have enough, how will I fit all this stuff in my fridge, how do you try something new . . .
My friend Cathy and I have been neighbors and co-workers for over three years. Her daughter Becca, a first year at UVA, is adored by my children and has been given Awesome Babysitter status two years in a row. Cathy and her family are all the things neighbors should be: kind, considerate, and helpful, but recently I've learned their "neighborhood" extends far beyond my own. Cathy's work with the refugee organization International Neighbors is admirable and endearing, but also entirely rewarding . . .
For anybody out there who opens their refrigerator on a daily basis and thinks, "Oh crap. What are we going to have for dinner?" I am speaking to you today. I so admire the women (and men!) who meal plan. I am not one of those people. I have gotten better about being able to take a handful of available ingredients and concoct a dinner for my family. Don't get me wrong, I actually love to cook, it's just I don't always have time to plan. After Winnie was born, some wonderful friends realized . . .