Daughter thankful for supportive good example
I almost didn’t write about Father’s Day, but here I am.
I almost didn’t write about Father’s Day, but here I am.
Garage sales have changed a lot since that bug first bit me years ago.
My expectations might have been a tad too high for Carol Burnett’s show in Nashville, Tennessee.
Getting into a home-improvement project is kind of like childbirth — when you’re in the middle of doing it, you wonder why you ever thought it was a good idea,…
The remodeling project at my house is the gift that keeps on giving.
This weekend is doubly special because we’re having my almost 2-year-old granddaughter’s birthday party, and it’s Mother’s Day.
It’s the final day of Toad Suck Daze weekend here in downtown Conway, where we’ve lived since 1990.
When the sun came up April 28, 2014, the devastation was shocking to see.
As I write this, it has only been two hours since I heard that our longtime friend died.
There’s a commercial for a credit-card company that asks, “What’s in your wallet?”
The thing about kids is, they go through phases.
As soon as I saw that my column would fall on today’s date, March 31, I knew what I was going to write about.
A former co-worker of mine posted a picture on Facebook of her with John Travolta.
My husband and I were talking about our least favorite household chores the other day.
I’ve never wanted to be a teacher.