He puts his roots down in the dirt and calls it home, starting out short and nubby and ending up long and curvy, nutrient-rich and sweet. She scoops out hunks of the dirt, handfuls of sand, and calls it fun, with fingernails and fingertips as confirmation. She makes park pies from carefully picked weeds, fallen leaves, a sprinkle of grass, and a handful of dirt, stirred together with a short stick. The dirt for the long skinny carrot, well, I’d like that dirt to be organic, I decided after having Hal. The dirt and the fields and the parks Hal plays in, well, I never really thought about it until last summer while visiting Stonyfield, makers of our favorite plain whole milk yogurt. You can read more about that trip here, the trip that convinced me to cancel our synthetic fertilizer for our small patch of grass.  Read more

Emotions are high this morning, making it a good day to write about intimacy and the internet, a conversation I keep coming back to, a conversation I’d love for you to inject your thoughts into. It’s the first day of kindergarten for Hal. This morning was piled high with anxiety, hers and mine for her, with comforting southern buttermilk biscuits, with a clump of toilet paper in the toilet from a single 5-year-old sneeze, with dishes leftover from last night’s boxed mac and cheese (or mackin’ as she calls it) and caesar salad, the back-to-school dinner she requested, with lots of sweet smiles, too. I have the quintessential first-day-of-school pictures on my phone, plus a quick video we took before hopping in the car. And I find myself asking a question that’s become so familiar over the past 2 years, what do I share on the internet? Do I share our most intimate moments, like the one above? When I choose to share them, do they lose their intimacy? I’m 100% certain they do, and entirely unsure at the same time. Read more

cleaner skin care and makeup from the faux martha

Years ago, I started to think about what I was putting in my body—food. Lots of years later, that question morphed into what I was putting on my body. I gave myself a parameter, that once cleaner skin care started showing up at Target, a place I could easily return things if they didn’t work out, I would give it a go. The day has come; it came. And it feels like I’ve tried it all, outside the new line they just launched. You’ll have to let me know what you think because I’m officially, mostly, done with the process of converting to cleaner skin care and makeup. And what a process it’s been. Read more

Well, the verdict is…still out for us. To hire deep cleaners a couple times a year or do it ourselves? That is still the question. At a minimum, we will be maintenance cleaning over here, which means we need to keep our cleaning supplies around. But what supplies do you actually need? Are they reusable and durable? User-friendly and efficient? Affordable and effective? Compact and easy to store? Below is a list of the cleaning supplies I’ve landed on to make this mundane task of cleaning more doable + a giveaway from OXO. Read more

There’s a running discussion over here—to hire out deep cleaning or continue doing it ourselves. I’m team hire. Kev is team DIY. I posted about our debate last year here on Instagram, and boy did you have your opinions. “Hire it out! It’s worth every penny.” “Outsource. It’s been wonderful for our marriage.” “No one will clean your house like you do.” “I would never hire cleaning out.” “Wait, you can hire out deep cleaning?!” I just assumed you could hire out deep cleaning, more like hoped you could hire out deep cleaning. Maybe you can’t? Come to find out, you can, and you can’t. Here are my findings. Read more

Melissa Coleman of The Faux Martha on going gray

Last year, I wrote about grey hair on a whim as it was connected to my confidence, mostly lack of confidence, around blogging and launching a book. Who knew a color change could draw out so many emotions? That post received a surprising number of comments and follow up questions about what I had decided, which tells me it’s on more minds than just mine. As more grey hairs have moved in over the last year, it’s forced my answer to the question—to grey or not to grey? I’ve invited two beautiful women, Zoë from Zoë Bakes and Cathy from The Grit and Polish, to share their grey hair experience with you, along with my own. Read more

Motherhood with Melissa Coleman from The Fauxmartha

Women, you can have it all, they say. And you can. Well, everything you can carry in two arms, a piggyback ride, a Mary Poppins bag, and a frazzled mom-brain, sandwiched between the sun’s coming and going, between breakfast and dinner time, between deadlines and surprise sick days. Motherhood and working through it (having it all) is a complicated order. Read more

To grey or not to grey with The Fauxmartha

Before we start talking about grey hair, because I’m greying at what feels like lightening speed, I want to tell you why I’m really talking about grey hair. Because I almost quit blogging in January. Maybe I can attribute the influx to that? I joked about it with Kev and friends for a while. I was trying the idea on, hearing what it sounded like outside my head. It soon became a conversation we were having on the weekly. I’ve already mentioned I’m calling this year “The Year of the Pivot” because something has to change. Mostly because I feel like a plastic bag stuck to a branch in the backyard. “Look, guys, it’s a white fox! Oh no, it’s just a plastic bag. Wait, no, it’s a snow owl. There’s a snow owl in our backyard! Oh, shoot, it’s really just a plastic bag. Hold on, I think it might actually be…” No, it’s the wind blowing a white plastic bag into a thousand different shapes. It’s just a plastic bag. I’m just a plastic bag.  Read more

 
 
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