Whenever I hear Rusted Root’s “Send Me On My Way,” I get chills. I know, know in my bones, that this song will be the opening credits when my novel comes to life. I close my eyes and it’s like a movie playing behind my eyes. The same thing happens
I have tried really hard this year to simplify and lead a more, wait, LESS, lifestyle. I have rid myself of things that don’t spark joy, I have worked on saying no and I’ve surrendered my credit cards in an effort to get unburdened and debt free. I set out
A few weeks ago, I brought home a vintage playpen. I thought it would be cute as a photo prop for some shots of Eli for his 2nd birthday, but then I remembered that I have free-range babies who can and will escape all of the things. My hopes were
I was at the grocery store with Ada today, picking up a few things for the week. We were standing in the aisle with all of the cleaning supplies when a girl walked by that caught Ada’s attention. Her hair was dyed black and she had gauged ears with hoops
For what this house lacks in character, we sure make up for it in characters. That’s okay. Little by little, we’re making this house just as quirky and soulful as all of us crazies living here. Friend, one of the projects I’ve been most excited to share with you is
Hello friends, new and old! And welcome to our home on the banks of the Elkhorn, in the heart of Kentucky. We’re a house full of summer-souls; folks who love sunshine, seek water and operate on a vacation-like sense of time. First, I want to offer special thanks to Lindsay