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Welcome May (but really we are two weeks in...)

I started this post exactly two weeks ago, with a mere title. The last few weeks have
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Welcome May (but really we are two weeks in...)

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See ya April - Don't Let the Door Hit You on the Way Out.

Actually, I hope it slams you in your miserable ass. I turned 41 in April. We had
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See ya April - Don't Let the Door Hit You on the Way Out.

Alix in her garden on our farm. She loves to plant and grow edible flowers.
Our Life

Happy Almost May

Before you start to type in a post on Wordpress, there is a blinking "What is on
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Happy Almost May

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As the World Burns

I made it a personal vow to keep away from the news for the last two months.
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As the World Burns

Christmas in July? I’ll pass this time.

Our house with a fresh blanket of snow during the Christmas Holiday season in Medina, NY. Western New York has some of the most beautiful winters.
Whether it’s December or July, my love of celebrating Christmas runs deep. Outdoor lights, trees, cookies, music, and don’t get me started on the movies; I love it all. In July I start to receive texts, direct messages, or notifications that I’ve been tagged in countdowns to Christmas. I can snap into

Rabbit Rabbit…is it really July?

Wasn’t it just January? Weren’t we just driving back from South Carolina in April? Alix and I sat in awe over how quickly May flew by, and now tomorrow is already the 4th of July? If there is any truth to the superstition that saying “rabbit rabbit” will bring you a month

Happy 3rd Birthday, Roux!

I’m typing this just shy of 7am – the little nugget foiled my birthday plans when he woke up at 5:30am asking to go downstairs and eat cake. Apparently kids understand birthdays at this age. But when I didn’t acquiesce to his demands, he rolled over and went back to sleep, which

Spring Fling ’24

Spring. It’s been 9 months since we bid farewell to life in hospitality, which means every weekend we still pinch ourselves that we have it together. I’ve never known months to fly as fast as they are, but we have this new mantra: SPONTANEITY. This word hasn’t been in our vocabulary for

Remember Medina.

Oh hey, it’s been awhile. It’s been harder to return here, the scene of our most beautiful crime, to wax poetic about life in a small town in WNY when you have a thriving toddler repeating “Mama watch me!” for the thousandth time. But this place continues to be the haven where