Sunday. A day of rest. But normally, not for me. Sunday is the day I panic, realizing Saturday went by way to fast and gosh, the house is a mess. The paperwork isn’t done. The van is still a toxic waste dump! I assumed this Sunday would be the same. Until my [Read More]
When my parents built the beach house in 1980, there were herds of wild horses roaming the Outer Banks. These horses [Read More]
So here we are in the Outer Banks, a day after Hurricane Earl blew through. Driving towards our home we saw plenty of [Read More]
Ahhhh, Earl. Your name rolls off the tip of my tongue like a salt and vinegar cricket. You are something I really [Read More]
Remember a week ago when I called 911 for my son’s ankle? After seven days the swelling is finally starting to come [Read More]
Last week I came across a box of Crickettes at a friend’s house. “Crickettes? Are these really…. [Read More]
How fabulous! This post gave me chills, in a good way! Great post and photos! Read the post
