Dear Bennett, I'm finding it difficult to believe that you are almost a year old. On this day last year, we took photos of you in my big belly. Thirty six weeks of pregnancy can do a number on mommies. I kept it together for the most part, though admittedly, I cried a time or two in public. The day I found out that you were on the way, I began to write you notes. Writing Continue Reading
5 truly gratuitous items that may make you look like you care about the Super Bowl
The Super Bowl is upon us. Ehem--I mean--the big game. I hope I don't get fined for that; I don't have that kind of money (and I'm not that big of a deal). So, admittedly, I haven't truly cared about the outcome of a 'big game' since 1998, and I was sorely disappointed. So usually, by the time the second round of the playoffs arrives--I'm pretty done with football. Bitterness can Continue Reading
To my sleep-trained baby
Ok...ok, so I realize I wrote a letter yesterday. Let me preface with a disclaimer. This particular post is not intended to mommy-shame. It is a response to the shame that has been cast in my--and other sleep-training mommies-- direction. It is a simple response to a very guilt laden letter from a sleep-training baby. And let me tell you--this particular baby is preeetty manipulative. And Continue Reading
A letter to my college aged self…
Hey, Bekah. It's me...Bekah. Only, I'm knocking on thirty's door and I'm exactly where you want to be in five years; only problem is, it is five years after you thought you'd be there. Don't worry; it's ok not to be married with a kid by 25. Still, there are a few things we need to talk about. First, THANK YOU for passing on the gaucho pant trend. My goodness, those Continue Reading
Why Yoga-n never take away my Yoga pants…
I remember when I was about 10 years old, I sat inside of a Sunday School class and the teacher made a comment about how she always thought that people were staring at her when she walked across the room. "But they weren't," she followed. My ten-year-old sensibilities were heightened and confused. What the heck is she talking about? I don't think I had an answer for that Continue Reading
Before Amen: A review
As I sat across from a used car salesman as he finalized the paperwork, I jiggled my knee. Come on, come on! I thought. I couldn't wait for the moment when he would sign, close the file, and slide the black key across the desk, "She's yours." "Thank you!" I tried to hide the exasperation in my gratitude, but I was so excited to drive off the lot with my own car. The very first Continue Reading
Just plane fun: how to survive your first flight with a baby
As a daughter of a pilot, I know a thing or two about the frustrations of air travel. For starters, my family was never guaranteed a seat as we flew standby to our destinations. The gate agent always had to exercise a little creativity to fit our family of six in some proximity to each other. We learned to pick the early flights; it was best to arrive at Hartsfield Jackson by 4:30 any time we Continue Reading
Oh, hey Friday (five bits of randomness)
So, a few odd things happened this week... 1. The Hawks hosted the first ever "Tinder Night" at Phillips Arena. I'm torn in my support of my favorite pro basketball team. On one hand, it is genius marketing; after all, even I am talking about the birds on this little blog. Our team has gotten more press from this gimmick than anything else we've done in the last few months (including Continue Reading
Ten must-visit Atlanta Restaurants
Before Bennett, Steven and I must've dined out for nearly every meal. That is, every meal on the weekends. After all, Steven was only home Thursday after dinner through Sunday. Ain't nobody got time to cook every single night for one person. Instead, I'd make one meal and spread it out over the next four nights. It worked. We saved a bunch on our grocery bill each month (I spent maybe $45 Continue Reading
A Separate Peace: A Tribute to Stuart Scott
The very first novel I taught in my very first classroom was A Separate Peace by John Knowles. What a mistake. I was ill-equipped to teach the novel. I had no concrete direction in which to navigate the perfectly crafted prose. The events of the novel closely align themselves with the events of World War II, weaving its way to the painfully poignant conclusion that encapsulates exactly Continue Reading
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