When I tell you that I wrung every minute out of the baby-baby stage of Nora Beth’s life, I really mean it. I relished every second with teeny tiny Nora B, but let me tell you, I cannot get enough of this toddler stage. She is just so… vibrant. Her personality is addicting, and she’s… Continue reading (Almost) 15 Months of Nora Beth

Yesterday started well enough with a quick appointment and a warm, melty Owen’s Bagel (Lincoln Pork on whole wheat, please and thank you). A second appointment, which should have taken less than an hour, lasted closer to four. By the by, nothing that a Cadbury egg couldn’t fix. After NB’s afternoon nap, we decided to… Continue reading Strawberry Cream Cheese Breakfast Cups

A flicker is a tenuous dance between death and life. A tense samba threatening to smother an ignition, all the while fighting to combust into abundance. When the ultrasound tech placed her wand on my stomach at 7 weeks, 5 days pregnant, I expected to see what we had seen at 5 weeks, 2 days pregnant… Continue reading Flickering

I’m experimenting this week and getting cuh-razy. Just consider Brighmoor Dr. akin to Cabo Spring Break 2005, bitches! (that is a joke… the rowdiest place I have ever been was a club in college that I specifically bought a pink, sequined tube top for. I went very intentionally to ride the mechanical bull because I… Continue reading Grocery Budget Breakdown: Costco + The Fresh Market

My least favorite kitchen activity is mincing garlic. My favorite treat is a Cadbury Cream egg. Okay. I hate, hate chopping garlic. Basically because I’m terrible at it. I don’t have knife skills, and when I have to mince it, I end up with a full garlic clove with some knife scores in it. Thankfully… Continue reading The Garlic in the Chocolate

The plan was simple… birth baby, maternity leave, return to office. Then, it wasn’t… birth baby, maternity leave, panic-inducing crisis of self, cry, pray, return to office, give notice immediately, stay 4 more weeks, come home, acquire clients, work (mostly) from home and stay (mostly) at home. My career has seen me at Charlotte’s largest… Continue reading Makin’ It Work (From Home)

The air was thick, still, offensive. A sticky Louisiana oppression, One pure cry ruptures the night. The first call of a warrior’s procession. She was born a soldier. Mightier than any other August child. Her armor cast by the heavens. Her heart fierce. Love beating wild. She knows her Father. And she knows her Home. An angel in the battlefield, with… Continue reading The Victor