When I originally placed these big terra cotta pots on either side of my front door, I had big plans for them. First they would get a nice coat of white wash to age them and make them look like they came from France. Then they were going to be
You knew homemaking would be hard. But that doesn’t mean that you’re not sometimes affected by exhaustion, frustration and overwhelm. Right? Please say yes, because I’m about to tell you an embarrassingly true story… One dreadful Fall night I subjected my family to a hormonal hissy fit. “I’m not the maid,”
He thought her beautiful, believed her impeccably wise; dreamed of her, wrote poems to her, which, ignoring the subject, she corrected in red ink. ~Virginia Wolfe I had trouble falling asleep Saturday night, so I got up and eventually found myself “shopping the house” to accessorize my latest living room arrangement.
As I was lying in bed the other night, my thoughts were about a boy; a former student of mine whose mother worried over him. In different conversations, she would mention certain observations and behaviors that concerned her: loss of appetite, trouble sleeping, fatigue… As I thought about our conversations