When I was a kid and we’d go “back home” to Oneida, Tennessee, I just loved sitting on my great-grandparents’ front porch in one of the old rockers and waving at every car that drove by. Now, I don’t come from monogrammed-Southern folks. We’re the people balancing Dixie bowls of
My three-tiered tray is becoming quite the centerpiece in my home. It’s the first thing that changes for each holiday or for the changing of the season. I’m going to show you how I decorate mine for different occasions and my method (or lack of) in filling up those three
I believe in putting good things into the world, don’t you? Of course you do. You’re awesome. When I stumbled on a BOGO sale of Crayola Watercolors a few weeks ago, I scooped up 10 for my daughter’s preschool class. Sure, it was a little more expensive than a box
My childhood in many ways was Norman Rockwell-ish. Does anyone even know what that means anymore? If you don’t, Google it. My mom also had an ideal childhood and wanted to recreate that for my brother and me — and even my dad. He grew up on a farm and
Last night, I crawled in the bottom bunk to read to Ada. She picked three books like always, a rule we took from one of our favorite stories, Olivia. We read The Giving Tree by the warm glow of twinkle-lights wrapped around the bed frame. It’s one we’ve read many
If you have never had a hot brown before, you are missing out. Big time. According to gotolouisville.com, the hot brown originated from the historical Brown Hotel in Louisville, Kentucky in 1926. The chef, Fred K. Schmidt, created an alternative to the ham and egg suppers that were served to dance