Hey Eleanor!

Oh alcohol, what did I ever do to you?
Ever since birthing children, which coincided with my mid-30s, you launched an uncalled for attack on my brain and body. Gone are the totally unaffected mornings after splitting a bottle of wine. Not only does my head ache after two glasses of cabernet...

There, I said it.
While everyone else is gearing up for outdoor music festivals and camping and afternoons at the beach, I’m over here with a summer advent calendar, counting down to Labor Day.
Cute maxi dress, but omg how do you handle your sweaty thighs adhered together like blue mounting putty (shout out to bike shorts under dresses)?...

Cheugy is hard to define, but easy to identify. And you’ll find lots of examples here. “An Ode to Cheugs,” is the perfect bedtime story for your next girl’s #vacay, written by a woman who loves her Uggs and will be stopping at Starbucks on her way to...

This last year sucked on so many levels.
However, without little ol’ things like “offices'“ to go to and “social engagements” and “exercising at a gym,” we had a lot more time on our hands. So when presented with an opportunity we couldn’t refuse, Josh and I bought a 120-year-old house, rolled...