This post has been sponsored by Kroger. All thoughts and opinions expressed are my own. It was a year ago at around this time that I ventured to a store for the first time post childbirth, Tim driving, Rocco in his carseat. The place we went was Kroger. Our local Kroger is just a couple […]
Step inside Patel Brothers, a large, stand-alone building sandwiched between U.S. Bank and McDonald’s along the crowded, chaotic strip of South Nashville known as Nolensville Road, and you could easily forget you’re in Tennessee. The atmosphere of this Indian market is bare-bones ambiance: plain floors, fluorescent lights, handwritten signs marking prices on produce–a far cry […]
In the time since we last spoke, Tim and I have gone to our first baby shower together (and it was thrown for us) (!!), hosted our first overnight house guests in our halfway-renovated home, spent time with my side of the family and Tim’s side of the family and been showered with unbelievable future-grandparents-uncles-aunts […]
I woke up this morning wanting chocolate chip pancakes, so after Tim and I split an apple (fruit in the morning every morning!), these einkorn rye beauties, studded with melted chocolate throughout, were side by side with us at our computer screens. I went with rye because of the bag of rye flour in our […]
I am writing this post from our bedroom, sitting cross-legged on the white bedspread, the white noise of our air-conditioning loud enough on this warm April Monday to have me wondering why it’s belting out so fiercely and also if I’ve missed the sound of the oven timer going off. I just got up to […]
I read somewhere this weekend that stepping into grief is a lot like stepping into a dark room. The door shuts behind you and you panic because you can’t see, your arms go flailing all about, you’re lost and alone and unsure. It’s scary and it’s lonely and you aren’t sure what to do, but […]
When I think of ice cream, I think of the cones my Italian grandma kept in her tall tin cabinet in her Maywood dining room and the way we’d fill them up with orange sherbet from her cold case.
Earlier this week, I read an Anne Lamott article in which she says a few things so well, I don’t think anybody again will ever say them better. (“There were entire books written on the subject of the overly sensitive child. What the term meant was that you noticed how unhappy or crazy your parents […]