On Friday, I celebrated the seventh anniversary of my 30th year as my husband so elegantly put it on our way out to dinner that night. I love his sense of humor, y'all, but I have to say, I am not really concerned about inching closer to the Big 4-0. Sure, I wish there were fewer lines under my eyes, and I have been seeing grays ever since the twins were babies (I blame multiples), but I feel so profoundly fortunate for my life and for my health that I don't dwell on the fact that the years are . . .
Lorae is on her way to the beach this weekend, but is back on the blog for today's Company Memo. Her Coconut La Croix Pina Colada recipe already sent me on a wild goose chase to the grocery store. What supermarket carries coconut La Croix, I ask you?! As soon as I find it, my weekend bev station is open. And today is my birthday! So, a cocktail is already on my list of things to do. Enjoy the Company Memo. I'm off to the grocery store. Want: Vegetable-Dyed Totes Over the last few . . .
I have been dying to introduce you to my friend Lesley-Ann Tommey. So much of the inspiration for this little blog came from her. LA is a creative genius, a light-chasing photographer, and has a heart of gold. We sat down after work earlier this year at a tiny restaurant in Charlottesville to sketch out my idea for In Her Company and to brainstorm a logo. About two seconds later, she had something, and the rest is history. This fall, Lesley-Ann and her husband, Blake, will be moving to New York . . .
My family just returned from a week-long vacation in South Carolina where we explored new places and reconnected with loved ones. For several days, we stayed with my best friend and her family in Greenville. Laura has been my dearest friend for over 20 years, yet we haven't lived in the same city since we were in high school. Each of us is a mother of four so most times we don't have the opportunity to connect on the phone, much less visit each other regularly. Still we are committed to . . .
How do I sum up this weekend's events in my beloved Charlottesville? My family drove home from vacation listening to and reading about the terror taking place in our city. We arrived to helicopters overhead and a declared state of emergency. We connected and cried with friends who attended a peaceful Saturday morning rally with clergy and left a few hours later because they felt scared; minority friends who stayed indoors or left town; another who was counter-protesting when a car plowed into . . .