Where would I be without you, sweet syrupy sugar water? I drank Coke in my baby bottle and never spent the night out without a can tucked away in my bag (you know, just in case my stomach hurt.) We purchase the glass bottles in bulk and every member of my family says “ahhh…” after… Read More
So many thanks to Honey and the littles for a indulgent Mother’s Day. As is our tradition, we started the day with Krispy Kreme and ended it over steaks on the Big Green Egg. In between we brunched at the club, Honey did laundry and took the boys to JuJu’s house for a spell, we… Read More
I sit here, my sixth time being celebrated as a mother, and cannot help but reflect on my own mother and all that she’s done for me, taught me, showed me and sacrificed for me. She’s kind, beautiful, driven, creative, smart, stylish, so-Southern and, most of all, loves her girls with all her being. And… Read More
Clean, old fashioned hate. It’s the term we use down South to describe the long standing college rivalry between Georgia Tech and the University of Georgia. While GT is clearly head and shoulders above those mangy bulldogs in academics, the college contention spans the realm of sports – from football to baseball to golf and… Read More
We began this lovely day with a quick pop-in-the-oven breakfast of bunny tails (Trader Joe’s Danish Pancakes – you MUST try) and potato latkes before tearing into (candy free!) Easter baskets and ultimately heading to mass. After a convivial service, it was time for our much awaited family egg hunt. While the littles scoured the… Read More
Along with my parents and my sister’s mister’s family, we reveled in the lighter side of Easter today. The eggs, that is. Hunting eggs. Boiling eggs. Dying eggs. Redying eggs. Stuffing eggs. You get the picture. Just as soon as we were all up and dressed, we headed to the club for brunch, a visit… Read More
As mentioned the other day, it is our tradition to do all of our spring planting on Good Friday. Mother, who we affectionately call “Pope-ette D”, swears that plants prosper when put in the ground on this holy day. And with a thumb as black as mine, who am I to argue with such belief? … Read More