While on a walk a few weeks ago David noticed a bramble of blackberry bushes. The berries weren’t ready, the branches were covered in white flowers and tightly-packed clusters of green and pink, so we promised to come back in a few weeks. When we did, we found the bushes heavy with black, shiny berries.
When David was a baby I used to make Cookie Dough Popsicles all the time. We would eat lunch together and then for dessert we would share one. It’s a sweet memory of that time, when he was little and an only child. That was six years ago, and lunches are a lot different now.
Sometimes when I’m in a conversation, I can’t find the word I’m thinking of, so I say, “Sorry, I forget words, but you know what I mean?” And sometimes they offer the very obvious word that I have not been able to fish from my brain of mush, “Were you going to say you took
At the first sign of snow my kids start begging for hot chocolate and popcorn. I welcomed them inside from snow once, and that’s exactly how long it took for the tradition to stick. It’s funny how every single morning I tell them, “It’s time to go to the bus! Put on your shoes, get
When I first moved to Richmond I lived with one of my very best friends. It was our first apartment, first real jobs out of college, first time really living on our own, and because of all those things it was a relatively brief but still formative time for both of us. Today is her
Love Goldfish? Vote for your favorite color Goldfish to have it’s very own limited edition bag — CLICK HERE to vote. (And keep it up, you can vote once a day from now until October 31.) I’m going to be very honest for a second and write something I’ve never read on a blog before
Click here for more information about Welch’s 100% Juice with Coconut water. One thing my kids and I have in common: we both love treats. I love celebrating, making ordinary days special. I love baking half cakes for half birthdays, and surprising the kids with a dollop of homemade whipped cream on their pancakes for absolutely no
When I try a new snack with my kids, I’ve learned to expect anything. They have rejected all things sweet, savory, salty, crispy, and crunchy. Recently Mary Virginia stuck a dagger directly into my heart when she told me that she doesn’t like Cheetos anymore because they’re “too juicy.” Recently I made these, hoping they’d
Wanna hear something crazy? I ate my first Twinkie in adulthood. I know, call the police. My parents withheld Twinkies. I also didn’t know J.Crew was an actual store (I thought it was just mail order) until I was in college. I first heard the words “Pottery Barn” after I moved to Richmond, and assumed
A few weeks I asked in an Instagram story if anyone thought it was maybe, um, a bad idea to eat a gigantic bowl of corn salsa. Like, is that the sort of thing that you regret later? SIDE NOTE: when Instagram debuted stories I hated them and boycotted them by not making any. Instagram