There’s just something special about making a home your own. Putting your own personal flair in a room, leaving your proverbial fingerprints all over your home. Not literal fingerprints, mind you – just the proverbial ones. As of this May, Jim and I will celebrate 3 years of marriage (hoorah!). And since we married back … More The table-less dining room.
It’s at times like these I wish I could transmit the aroma from my kitchen through your computer screen to wherever you find yourself reading this. Freshly baked banana muffins – hot out of the oven. For the first time in nearly a week, I’m staring at a clean kitchen. It’s easy to neglect amidst … More The Spectacularly Unspectacular.
I never thought we’d see the day. I had honestly come to peace with the fact that I’d probably never see one in our time spent in the Sip. Whispers of the possibility of snowfall had reached my ears earlier in the week. Last time I heard such talk, there was only disappointment to follow … More The Magic of Mississippi Snow.
Perhaps it’s too good to believe, but it appears Autumn has arrived and is, Lord willing, here to stay in Southern Mississippi. I can’t remember being so eager or giddy over cold fronts until I moved to Laurel. I began wearing scarves even when the weather didn’t match my heart’s desires for cool temperatures, hoping … More 100-miles-a-minute.
If you know me, you know I’m all about traditions. They can be big or small. Perhaps yours may be something similar to my family’s Daddy Duke Nights, maybe an annual trip to somewhere you hold dear, or a simple happy hour Sonic slushy – something small but special to you, or perhaps squeezing in … More The Treasure of Traditions.
I know it’s been a while, but I’d like to begin this post by stating the obvious: I’ve taken some time off from blogging this summer. Not because I don’t enjoy documenting life’s adventures, but because Jim and I have found ourselves unexpectedly busy. And with busyness comes the need for discipline. I was in … More A Summary & Snapshot of my Summer Sabbatical (alliteration, anyone!?)
Recently, I’ve had a difficult time thinking about anything besides the work being done at Choices Clinic. My formal title there is “Administrative Assistant,” but at a nonprofit, you wear a multitude of different hats. My favorite hat to wear is “Client Advocate,” where I’m able to meet with a client, listen to her story, … More Consuming & Creating.
Whether you’re physically sick or just plain homesick, there are certain ailments that only mama can cure. For myself, it was a case of homesickness. Jim and I haven’t made it back to Virginia since Christmas, and we are unsure of when our next journey home will be. It’s awfully exciting when you have a date to … More Sometimes you just need your Mama.
As I closely followed the large Penske truck my husband drove ahead of me, I looked out my car window to see my mom running along the sidewalk as I drove out of the neighborhood. Tears were streaming down her face as she ran with my pace, repeatedly waving goodbye. A lump caught in my throat, and my vision became … More I Live in Laurel: Year 1
This past week, a majority of the staff at Choices Clinic flew out to Chicago for the annual Heartbeat International Conference. This conference is a wonderful opportunity for pregnancy resource centers to gather together and attend workshops and sessions to gain new insights and tools that they can later implement into their centers. It’s also a … More Small town, big city.