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
I’ve been thinking about taking my wedding dress out of the preservation box to get photos of Ada, our four-year-old. Eli, our rough-and-tumble toddler, helped me along in the process by sticking his foot through the plastic window as Ada was admiring the dress on the other side. It occurred
Tuesdays are one of my busiest days. It’s the day I finish any projects I’m working on for Everything But the House, where I post weekly about repurposing and decorating with estate sale finds. I am usually running around with my hair in a messy top knot while Eli clings
If you ask me, a door isn’t just a door. Especially if you’ve had one after another closed in your face. These days, a door, THIS door, looks like a fresh start. I found this particular door for $10 at Restore and though right now it doesn’t look like much,
Friend, I have a confession: This beautiful photo by my good friend, Stacey Reid, though one of my favorites, is not an accurate representation of how I do pregnancy. I thought that by my second pregnancy, I would be a little better at the whole making a human thing. I’d