Editor’s note: Amanda wrote this essay in 2017. I’ve chosen to preserve it because the fear she describes—and her question about whether a mother’s voice matters—still resonate today. The words that follow are hers. I did something at the grocery store I’ve never done before: Instead of combing the aisles
Blackberry picking has become somewhat of a family tradition every summer in my family. My Aunt Roxann and Uncle Bob live on a farm in Shelbyville in a beautiful cabin surrounded by nothing but farmland and woods. It’s a relatively short drive from our house but once you arrive there
This easy mint julep recipe comes with a little Kentucky Derby history—and one of my favorite childhood memories. This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase through one of these links, I may earn a small commission at no additional cost to you. From the time I was
Spring is right around the corner and I for one am thrilled and impatient. Here in Kentucky they are teasing us with the occasional 60 degree days. We know better! Spring often signifies rebirth, green and growth and I would like to think people are the same way. Amanda, Tricia
When I last left off, I tried to take unpaid time off and was refused, the school where I worked wanted to negotiate my time off and then upon my return expected me to return much earlier and work more. D-O-N-E. That’s what I was. I had a doctor’s appointment
Whenever someones comes over and asks to use the bathroom, I cringe. Our guest bathroom is a mess. We did a little to update the space when we first moved in for a project I did for Everything But the House, which turned an ordinary pedastal sink into a faux-vessel