Nashville

My husband has been talking about going to the Catbird Seat for years. A tiny, 22-seat U-shaped counter where patrons watch the…

I posted this on Facebook yesterday but decided to post it here as well: I don’t even know where to begin. Today…

Walking out of yoga the other morning, into the bright sun and cool breeze, I was struck with an overwhelming sense of…

One of my favorite ways to pass a sunny afternoon in Nashville is to play tourist in my own town and remind…

I’ve been quiet — too quite for my own liking! — since our New York trip in early May. I’ve been slacking…

Recently, the husband told me his idea for a blog post about the places that changed his life. As he told me about his…

Today is bittersweet: we closed the sale of our first family home, the little yellow house on Surrey Road. The first house…

For four weeks, we swapped homes with Cora and Hans, a sweet and fun-loving couple from the Hague. We got to experience…

In 2005, my family spent six weeks living in Whistler, British Columbia. My dad and brother flew, but my mother and I drove an SUV full of everything we’d need including four suitcases, three computers (remote work, ftw!), three pets, and one litter box.

This is the story of Sherra and Ashley’s Cross Country Adventure.

Spoiler alert: things get REAL WEIRD in Colorado.

When Justin’s mom, Rhonda, came to visit, we wanted to play tourists in our own town and show her around a bit, checking out some sites she may not have seen on previous visits. We used my Downtown Walking Tour as a starting point, skipping the places Rhonda had already seen or wouldn’t have interest in, and adding in a couple new spots we had yet to check out.

The alarm goes off three hours earlier than usual. I slam my hand down on the phone to shut it off. Waking…