The week before last, while catching up on Desperate Housewives and Gossip Girl (both so fab this season!), I channeled my inner-crafter to churn out a couple of coffee filter wreaths to complete my living room holiday decor. And while a little patience was a must, I assure you that the price tag of seven… Read More
We might have kicked off Christmas, but there was still one final Thanksgiving meal to be had around these parts. Mother, Daddy-O, Sister, her Mister and Bird gathered around our table today to enjoy a meal full of delectable eats, lively conversation, and three slightly ill behaved children. The menu was extensive… butternut squash soup,… Read More
Today I held tight my bright, precocious, somewhat silly and extremely strong willed SIX year old. Each year on his birthday I try to ingrain in my memory the sheer essence of him. His dark lashed eyes, his quirky single dimple, his wiry frame, his sweet baby teeth, his unbounded energy, his innocent compassion, his… Read More
Every year on Black Friday, we forego midnight madness and big box bargains to don our holiday best, cue the sounds of the season, and commence our Christmas celebrations at some of the South’s most revered holiday institutions. Our first stop is Phipps Plaza. After the requisite Starbucks sojourn, we make our lists, check them twice… Read More
Happy Thanksgiving, y’all! We essentially ate our way through the day – with the highlights being Turkey Cinnamon Rolls and a delish green bean side dish to accompany our traditional meal with Honey’s family. Back home, we further gorged on a non-traditional chili supper with cornbread waffles and pumpkin whoopie pies. And once the littles… Read More
After yesterday’s post, I want to thank all of you that sent sweet comments, emails and texts. Each and every one of them meant the world to me (and Honey too.) I didn’t publish them, but did want you all to know that I read them and treasure them. You sure know how to make… Read More
Four years ago today was Thanksgiving Day. It was also the day that, after eighteen long hours of labor, I delivered my son Matthew stillborn. I knew going into labor that he wasn’t alive, but that didn’t make the time go any faster or the pain any less. He was perfect and beautiful and will… Read More