I woke up feeling anxious today. I wasn’t sure if it was over something I was dreaming about, the fact I hadn’t written a column yet, or if it was just reality setting in.
I have my ways of doing things in the house and I’ve tried to make things as easy as possible for my family to comply. If whatever system I’ve put in place seems too difficult, I’ll often relax it just to save my sanity from having to repeat myself over and over trying to get them to do it my way.
Chicken Marsala by Sarah and Clayton Brenden
The city of Covington will be putting on its own tree lighting ceremony, among other events on December 5.
As is with anything new that comes into your life, you have to get used to its presence and the change it inevitably brings. This can apply to new furniture, carpet, fresh paint or any sort of noticeable difference.
Geraniums are popular with gardeners all over the country because they are easy to grow, their pretty blooms have a lovely scent and they are so forgiving.
Late last summer my youngest daughter’s best friend moved in with us to finish high school. We flipped the whole house to accommodate an extra person, making the bonus room we had into one big bedroom for them. It backs up to the family room with a door in between, so it’s plenty private for them.
Olivier Bernard knows Bordeaux.
My youngest and her friends finally decided they would not trick or treat this year. I agreed it was time to stop; they are seniors in high school.
It’s a literal race against time – capturing the perfect photo at magic hour.
The problem with a beautiful fall day, like it was on Sunday, is one is compelled to work outside. I just wasn’t feeling like doing garden work, but I suddenly had the urge to rebuild my campfire pit.
With the dawn of a new school year, my oldest moving home, landing a job with a maid service and my youngest’s best friend moving in, it has taken a lot of inner strength for me not to interfere in their lives
This phenomenon became very clear to when my oldest was around three-years old. She just wouldn’t listen. I chalked it up to her age. What toddler listens? Then I put her in preschool
In The Kitchen from the September 25 issue of The Reporter
There it waits; mouth wide open begging to be filled like a baby bird needing nourishment. But they ignore its pleas and take care of their own needs while it stays empty, waiting for someone to notice.
As we seek to simplify our lives, the desire for small-space living – even one-room living – seems more attractive than ever
Grants will help health centers expand primary care services, improve access to quality, affordable health care
We squeezed in one last car show this last weekend. I only go to car events for the camping. However, for my husband’s sake, I spent all of Friday sitting next to a gazebo in one of the few patches of grass in the booming town of Long Beach so he could enjoy watching all the cars drive into town
It was a wondrous morning on Monday, the day school started. Of their own volition, my youngest and her friend, who is living with us, with no prompting from me at all, packed their backpacks, laid out their clothes, made breakfast smoothies and put them in the fridge, made lunches and filled water bottles all the night before