Traditional and Modern: Marry the Two
Featured in Southern Coastal Weddings
You’re in love, you’re engaged … and you’re lucky enough to be getting married on the Southern coast. Planning a Southern wedding means taking those special vows in a place steeped in history and tradition, but that doesn’t mean you need to rule out all the fun and creativity of a modern affair. Believe it or not, in this age of unconventional venues, wedding hashtags and an ever-evolving cache of fads, it’s still possible to find balance...
Playing With Fire
Featured in Savannah Magazine
Savannah dentist Mike Groover has always liked cooking on his Big Green Egg. When he volunteered to man the grills at his children’s school fundraiser one afternoon, he never imagined it would spark an infatuation that would take his cooking to a whole new level...
This Place We’ve Never Been
Featured in Literary Mama
Even before he looks, he knows where to find me. It's too early to sleep and the sun is still out. The thick heat of a Louisiana summer beats unrelenting against the bedroom window. Yet, there is always solace in blankets. He's learned this, my husband of nine years. I can almost see him. Shaking his head and grinning before he rips the sheets back to reveal me—a mass of blankets and tears crumpled on the bed, the last moments of a good sob still damp on my cheeks.
"The munchkins were running amuck again, huh?" James says, surveying the spectacular mess of toys, crushed crackers, stuffed animals, books, and other kid junk covering the floor.
From beneath my pillow, I watch as he tugs at his tie, then stoops to remove his shoes. First the left, then the right. A singular, fluid motion performed a thousand times before. Only today, it seems foreign. This doesn't feel like our bedroom. This doesn't feel like our home, or even our life. Had it been a month already? With one finger, I trace the tender scar below my navel and do the math in my head. I'd pulled into this driveway for the first time with stitches still angry and red. Three weeks ago, we'd moved across the country. A week before that, Tommy was born.
Featured on PS I Love You
The other day, my seven-year-old was playing quietly on the floor when out of nowhere he looked up at me with his big blue eyes and said, “Mom, you’re grumpy a lot more now that you’re working.”
I stopped, speechless as I looked up from the Christmas box I was dragging from the attic. After a moment, I composed myself and said, “You’re right. Sometimes I am a little more grumpy, but I am also a little more happy too.”
He shrugged and went back to playing with his Legos, innocently unaware of the guilt cluster he’d just unleashed in my chest. I’ve only returned to work recently and while it’s part-time, I really love it. Yet for the rest of that afternoon, I skulked around my house with the same thought rattling around in my head:
Women really can’t have it all...