If one likes his work, it will become his recreation. Robert Newell It is with the biggest sigh of relief (maybe in my life?) that I now pen this post. If you’re reading this, you’ve either been along for our ride since 2013 when Scott and I published our first blog post
They say life happens while you’re busy making plans. I haven’t been making plans, but life has been happening and time has been relentless. My last post on this blog was never published – I penned it a day or two after Russia’s invasion of Ukraine. I believe it began “Scared. Sad.
Well, that was fun. I made it **roughly** a week before completely bombing my February challenge. I think I challenged myself to post every day, only to realize that it isn’t as important to post as it is to actually WRITE. The habit of writing is far more important than the publishing
Before I begin, I first need to address the smear vs. schmear situation. If you google this technique, both will names show up in the search. So for purposes, I am using “schmear” because it is far more fun to say, and seems more authentic. So there ya go. So the SCHMEAR.
Ok, ok. I missed a day (or two) of my February writing challenge. The weekend was a bit more than I anticipated (helllllo, Shirt Factory) and I was dead to the world after brunch on Sunday. Monday I spent in the barn with my sick horse and then napping with the babe
This post was written May 15th, 2021, just a few weeks before Roux arrived. I was too scared to post this for fear of making my true feelings known – to sit in judgement by others. I publish this as a testament to the feelings once had, and evidence that as it
We're Scott and Al.
For over a decade, we’ve been writing side by side, tracing our journey from city streets in DC to country roads in Western New York. Along the way, we’ve shared our table, our dreams, and now our hearts as new parents. This blog is where we gather it all — the flavors, the wonder, the quiet moments and beautiful chaos — embracing every minute of this wild and ordinary life.