Where the Crawdads Sing. This Book Will Wreck All the Other Books.

My grandfather was born Quentin Gerald Brown in 1919 in Blue, Oklahoma, a tiny, relatively unknown town near the border of Texas. From what I understand, when his mother became pregnant out of wedlock, they fled in shame from her family, toward his. From a more urban midwest city to the life of sharecroppers amidst the Dustbowl, where a lifetime of staggering poverty, profound loneliness, … Continue reading Where the Crawdads Sing. This Book Will Wreck All the Other Books.

A Morning Routine for Normal People (Part 2)

When Emma was a toddler, I bought a book called Your Spirited Child by Mary Sheedy Kurcinka. It was like my Parenting Bible and I read it over and over when my girls were little. (I may need to give it another look since teenagers and toddlers have so much in common.) One of my favorite sections of the book is in the beginning when … Continue reading A Morning Routine for Normal People (Part 2)

Hibernation Requires Quality Entertainment.

Maybe it’s the weather. Although to be fair, we live in Atlanta, so if our friends and family from Chicago came down to visit today, it would probably feel like spring break. But even though we aren’t walking around in weather that is the same as Mt. Everest or Antarctica (seriously… Antarctica?), it is still cold. Okay… coldish. But I’m still blaming the weather for … Continue reading Hibernation Requires Quality Entertainment.