I'm hosting Thanksgiving this year and I'm not even anxious about it. And to prove how not anxious I am, I'm going to take a break from recaulking and repainting my entire house to give you some thoroughly researched tips from turkey making professionals. First, this is the recipe I am using for the turkey, mainly because of

I used to think that natural woodwork paired with any kind of saturated, moody color would be too dark and depressing. When we purchased our first bungalow nine years ago (in those sad pre-Pinterest days), it seemed like every magazine featured rooms with white woodwork which, of course, paired with any color fabulously. Not so with my house,

Sage appeared in my doorway, wrapped in her comforter, her big sister right behind her. "Mom, were those gunshots?" It was 9:30 pm and the girls had been in bed for an hour. I had heard the shots--3 of them with several eerie pauses between--fired in the alley behind my house. I was hoping that the girls were

My next door neighbor Bryan waved me over to his yard and asked, “Have you seen my Facebook post?” I hadn’t, so he showed me the window in his living room. In the center of that lovely, 90-year old leaded glass was a bullet hole. The previous night around 7pm, that bullet shot through the living room window

I feel like an adult.  Not just because I have four kids, a mortgage, a minivan, or because I let my kiddos have the best middle bite out of my sandwiches (sometimes). I feel like an adult because we finally purchased our first bed. For over a decade, we've been sleeping on a mattress frame: no headboard, no