It’s 5 AM and I’m wide awake. Being a Golden Girls fan, I think of this as the Cheesecake Hour; that point when you wake up in darkness and you have to snack the worry away. I don’t have any cheesecake. Instead I have a horrible barking cough and a
I come from a long line of obituary readers. The kind of women who sip black coffee while reading each and every life story, all the while shaking their heads and saying things like Lordy, Lordy. And sometimes, if it was someone who died in an especially tragic way, they’d
I wrote this essay about my sweet and sassy grandmother a year ago this week. We lost her last January, a few days after Christmas. She was one-of-a-kind; a hairbrush-singing, camel-whispering (seriously, she made friends with a real camel) sweet-tooth with a Tennessee-temper. I hope you enjoy this memory of
This time last year, I was sitting on the floor nursing a fussy newborn, hot gluing strips of drop cloth to the bottom of Ikea dishtowels to make my own cafe curtains for the kitchen. I was on empty in every sense of the word; no time, no sleep, no
It’s been two years since I chalk painted our kitchen cabinets. Here’s the top 10 questions I get about my chalk painted kitchen cabinets: 1. What did you use? Originally, I used Annie Sloan Chalk Paint in Old White on the uppers and Duck Egg Blue on the lower cabinets.
All of the poor, brassy light fixtures left in piles at the thrift stores make me sad. I’m always checking them out at our local Restore, wondering what I can do to retell their stories. I picked one up for $5 the other day, thinking I’d use the “guts” of