Growing up in Texas, we learned about fall, winter, and spring from textbooks and encyclopedias. A feed full of changing leaves on Instagram wasn’t a thing then, and connecting to the internet was about like dialing the man on the moon. I always thought the spelling of seasons was a mistake. It’s season. My pen pals from other countries thought we traveled by horse. Come to find out, we lived in the same country and it wasn’t called Texas. I now joke that Texans have a hard time believing in climate change because the climate never changes. I’m kidding. Kinda. Read more
Our first married Thanksgiving Kev sat down to the dinner table in disbelief.
I was oblivious. And proud. A brined turkey, homemade stuffing with cranberry walnut bread, cranberry orange sauce, sautéed snap peas, and a chocolate pound cake. Read more