Camp

Camp

Feb 20

Clark and I took the kids to camp this weekend. Ordinarily when I hear the word “camp”, I have visions of shower shoes, shaving cream fights, and roach motels. Those were the sort of camps that I visited growing up. For Salem and Mia however, their first camp experience was five-star compared to mine. Our wilderness experience included a cozy fireplace, a wrap around porch, rocking...

Valentine’s Day Breakfast for Dinner

Valentine’s Day Breakfast for Dinner

Feb 15

While I had every intention of re-creating last year’s Julie & Julia Valentine’s Day dinner party, complete with Julia’s beouf bourguignon, this holiday snuck up on me so fast, I had absolutely no time to prepare. So there I was yesterday morning rummaging around the refrigerator in a pre-caffeinated stupor with not so much as a heart-shaped Little Debbie to show for this...

Moving with Style

Moving with Style

Feb 09

I’m digging out of the yard sale pile long enough for a hot cup of tea and some creative inspiration. I have Moving Day on the brain, and as previously stated, moving is NEVER fun. At the very least, the moving announcement ought to be somewhat cheery. Care to help me pick one? Etude Designs Zany Moving Announcement  Minted moving announcement by Oh So Beautiful Paper Map-Inspired...

Martha’s Moving Checklist

Martha’s Moving Checklist

Feb 07

The Beasley Estate currently looks like it is preparing for a visit from the Junk Gypsies. The hallway is stacked overhead with books and VHS tapes, outgrown baby clothes and hideous lamps that I have held on to “just in case” I decide to redecorate in a seashell motif. And why? I’m hosting a yard sale this weekend to raise money for a relief mission to Japan, and seeing as we...

Mothers Speak: Not-So-Happy New Year

Mothers Speak: Not-So-Happy New Year

Jan 02

“Well that’s the good thing about depression, you get your rest.”— Harry Burns, When Harry Met Sally You may have noticed {or perhaps you didn’t and we can still be friends} that I went AWOL in the blogosphere over the holiday. Well, I can assure you this. It was for good reason…. and it had absolutely nothing to do with the usual holiday overwhelmed-ness...

The White Man

The White Man

Dec 13

We’ve been reviewing pedestrian traffic signals with Salem. When we walk to the corner, he instinctively asks if he can “push da button” indicating our need to cross the street. And then, we count the seconds until the orange hand gives way to the pedestrian crossing signal indicating it is safe to walk. There really is no other name appropriate to call it than “the White...

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