I have been volunteering with a national big dog rescue for the past year. They were my first non Chapel Hill friends, and I needed them so much with the move and becoming an empty nest parent (and living primarily solo last year). I help out with most anything, but my heart is around developing … Continue reading Delilah’s Grand Adventure →

I watched the new documentary about Hope Solo on Netflix recently and had a lot of mixed emotions. She clearly had a troubled childhood and a village who helped her achieve her goals despite her upbringing. But she also did things that got in the way of her making the most out of her role … Continue reading Playing the game →

One of my favorite true crime podcasters recently met Judy Blume, and she shared a photo with the author in the Facebook group. Ok, not really true crime related unless you were like me and navigated puberty with only this resource. Truly a horrific experience as a child of the 80s. I came home from … Continue reading Are you there God, It’s Me Margaret… The follow up →

I watched an organization I used to be involved with implode on social media this week. I am actually surprised it took as long as it did after my experiences. But it prompted me to revisit some of the writings I did following my experiences with the organization. Here is an excerpt of some of … Continue reading But I Stayed →

Our second move in an year happened earlier this month. Like the first move, I was reluctant to move. For the first move, I had to leave our family home that I had lived in some version of for 27 years. That was hard physically (so much stuff) and emotionally (so many memories). For the … Continue reading Neighborhood Life →

Last summer Fireball protested our move to South Carolina by bolting into the attic and hiding in the eaves. My daughter finally got him out after he scratched her and she hit her head on attic nails from our reroofing. He howled the entire 5 hour trip and peed the cat carrier and onto my … Continue reading Fireball →

This is a phase of parenting that I feel like people do not talk about a lot. Our kiddos still need us and our guidance, but with them being adults it makes this relationship tricky. Like a lot of parents, I have two very different children. One is super independent and the other wants more … Continue reading Parenting adult children →

My family calls me a strange introvert. Why? Because I often feel completely comfortable talking to strangers but can struggle socially with acquaintances at social engagements. I have no idea if this is some weird splinter skill or a function of not talking to many people IRL during the pandemic, but it is a thing … Continue reading A strange introvert →

For many reasons, I have been thinking a lot about mortality lately. And, as if the universe was trying to send me a message, I saw this post on Instagram yesterday from one of my favorite writers that I really needed to see. I have been worrying, stressing, crying about money for the past year. … Continue reading One good thing →

When we moved to the Low Country last summer, I had no idea how vastly different Zone 8b would be from Zone 7. My first crops in July turned out to be a bust. You can have a second round of summer veggies in Zone 8b, but a super lofty goal to start a vegetable … Continue reading Gardening in the Low Country →