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The seasons are shifting. Leaves fall whether they want to or not. The trees strip down to bare branches and trunks; revealing everything for the…

Musings on Slow Living and Minimalism; What They Are & How to Incorporate Them into Our Lives

I’m not a minimalist. Nor have I ever claimed to be one. There was a point in my life where I lived with my parents,…

Recently, I wrote about those times in our lives of “feast or famine“, and how that comes to fruition for us. And for me personally,…

As I am sitting down to write this, the sun is just barely peeking over the trees. My one-year-old and I woke up a little…

Once there was a baby chick. A blue laced Wynadotte of brown and black with grayish blue hues running through its feathers. It was a…

At one point, the wooden spoon I’m mixing my sons oatmeal with was a tree. It was a living, breathing organism that has magically been…

We had plans. Big plans. Keyword being HAD of course. The plans all happened, but just not according to a plan. Did that all make…

Firstly, I’d like to thank the women of Homemaker Chic, because without them I’d be a hot mess mom and my own mother would push…

I have so much fabric. More than I know what to do with. Lately, I’ve been finding random pockets of need around the house. Mending…

My oldest son, three in April, told me today that he didn’t love me. I could’ve broken down crying right there in the grocery parking…