Happy St. Patrick’s Day, friend! Today I’m offering up travel tips for the emerald, patchwork-quilt island known as Ireland. Specifically, the southern region. First and foremost: Pack a high-quality rain jacket. Maybe even test-drive it in the shower. Because the weather in Ireland can be super rainy. Unless you visit in May or June, their
Valentine’s Day is for lovers, not shooters. And these school shootings, they just keep happening. The shooting in Parkland, Florida on February 14, 2018 was one of seven (not 18) intentional shootings that occurred during normal school hours in America this year. That’s one school shooting a week so far in 2018. This is not okay.
“What do you do in the way of self-care? As in, what makes you happy and keeps you sane?” Earlier this week, on a whim, I texted that message to oh, let’s say, 40 gal-pals. So many women responded. So many. I was surprised and yet, I wasn’t. A year or so ago, I surveyed
For more than 16 weeks each year, I am a football widow. Not because my husband is an avid fan, but because he is an excellent collegiate football official. You can learn some interesting stuff hanging around football officials. Believe it or not, I’m not just talking the technical definition of targeting and was-that-offensive-pass-interference-or-wasn’t-it? You
On December 7, 1991, everything changed. Up until that point, my professional plan was to be a working mom so our family could enjoy the benefit of two incomes. But then I held our first-born, Jojo, in my arms and DOINK! In that moment I decided the stay-at-home-mom life was for me. Sure, there were
When I first learned about The Mile Ground movie, I quickly donated to the crowd-funding effort for the project. Because it was written by my friend and Morgantown native Jessica Shannon. And because it deals with the opioid crisis–a major threat to my beloved West Virginia. Shannon’s vision is for a film that “…uniquely examines loss, the
This post includes affiliate links. Quick, grab something to write on. Fetch your favorite pen too. And if you’re prone to stress-induced anxiety, maybe find a paper bag to breathe into when the hyperventilating begins. Because according to this super cute site, the days between now and Christmas 2017 are going zoom-zoom-zoom! I know you
(This post includes affilated links.) I don’t remember who got bit first but eventually, everyone did. You could play connect-the-dots on our son’s midsection. Tony Bear’s neck and ears blossomed with thumbprint-sized welts that itched ferociously. In time, both girls also suffered with itchee-owies. I was bitten a time or two. At first we weren’t
Last week I flew to a remote village in Scotland for a women’s “listening and hiking retreat.” The website applecross.uk.com describes the area like this: “Between the mainland mountain masses and the Island of Skye lies the Applecross Peninsula. Home to just a couple of hundred people, and accessed by only two roads, the Bealach
There we were, three moms perched on the edge of the pool, watching our children cannonball off the side. “Hey, Di, how would you like to make $200?” my friend asked. “Maybe even today.” As soon as I said, “That would be amazing,” she and her friend, her “up-line,” rushed to tell me how. Later
