There’s room in the van!
I grew up on mountain road trips in a unicorn-decorated van, tagging along as my parents visited artists and practiced mindfulness at Unitarian retreats. Those roots grew into this space, where I share small bites of everyday magic through art, nature, sustainability, and family life.
Paddle, Hike, Cache, Repeat.
We are a one-bar family. We mostly hike, kayak, canoe, and go off-road in our Jeep. The picture above shows me celebrating with Greg after canoeing 9 miles down the Etowah River. And we're still married!
Top 10 Surprising Facts When Living in Michigan
It’s August, so of course, the Northern states are on my mind. I moved with my family from the Deep South to Michigan six years ago and was surprised to discover that different regions of the US can be pretty unique.
Facinating Facts About Daylilies
My gardens are a beautiful refuge from everyday obligations. They feature my favorite perennial, daylilies, also known as Hemerocallis. A fiery orange daylily from my 2025 garden.
Becoming a Possibilitarian
My brother and I were raised as Unitarian Universalists, which taught us to approach religion differently from, for example, my Christian friends. During our Unitarian Sunday School classes, we had a session called Build Your Own Theology.
#ThrowbackThursday. Good things come in tall packages.
This photo still makes me laugh, no matter how many times I see it. That’s my nephew Jake, all 6 feet 4 inches of him. Clearly, someone ate all his vegetables growing up.
Living a Mindful and Intentional Life.
This post, which presents ten ideas, serves as my guide for living a mindful and intentional life. #5. Cherish your people is pictured. Shelly and I have been friends for a very long time, and we laugh a lot when we are together.
“As” by Stevie Wonder on #MusicMonday
Stevie is a genius. I needed a feel-good song to boost my energy. This is the one!
Not Like the Girls in Magazines
She was beautiful, but not like those girls in magazines. She was beautiful for the way she thought.
Thirty-Seven Years
My brother, Brett, was killed by a drunk driver when he was 37. Thirty-seven. Greg and I spent the day at the cemetery, cleaning his headstone and adding flowers to the arrangement. Don’t drink and drive.