In Which I Am Useless
My brain feels like a Jane Austen novel. It’s prim, proper, wary of roguish cads who seek only to damage
Read moreMy brain feels like a Jane Austen novel. It’s prim, proper, wary of roguish cads who seek only to damage
Read moreRee Drummond, the Pioneer Woman, makes me feel, well, inadequate. She feeds a houseful of people 3 meals a day
Read moreWe went to lunch today with two of our most awesome friends – cousins Martha Foose and Leanne Gault. It
Read morePatric has been sick. It started with just a cold like the one everyone gets when Memphis weather gets fun,
Read moreFor years now we’ve been good. We make things from scratch. We buy organic. We get our eggs from our
Read moreAm I a good mom? I try to be. Am I happy to be in the kitchen? Yes, except for
Read moreToday I haven’t felt like eating. Lately, this has happened fairly often from a combination of medicines and frequent migraines
Read moreI remember having a Christmas tree growing up. We had one every year – even real ones sometimes. They were
Read moreWe’re not coffee drinkers around here. It’s just not worth the effort to get up in the morning and start
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