It’s Time to Broaden Your Horizons (Or…If My Husband Eats It, You Should At Least Give It a Try)

When I reminisce about my childhood, I honestly don’t remember if I was a picky eater or not. I want to say I wasn’t, but I’m fairly confident my mom would bring up all kinds of examples proving me wrong. What I will admit to, is being picky about meat. I just didn’t like it. I…

A Warm Heart and A Warm Belly

I've been neglecting my blogging life these past few weeks. As much as I have been itching to write, my adult self (you know...the responsible one) knew I needed to adhere to the old  "business before pleasure" adage. The business being correcting 110+ 6th grade personal narratives and 110+ journal responses, and writing 110+ report card comments.…