Healthy Living

We women have been sold every serum, supplement, and “miracle fix” under the sun. Cabinets full, wallets lighter, promises broken — sound familiar? But here’s a secret that won’t clutter your bathroom shelf, never expires, and costs exactly zero dollars

Modern life has us sitting far too much—at desks, in cars, on couches. Our bodies, however, were designed for motion. The good news? We don’t need a gym membership or fancy leggings to get started. We simply need to walk.

I’ve promised you simple, doable steps to help you hit the reset button — so your body can start fueling & healing itself the way it was built to. Truth be told, I’ve started more articles & checklists than I can count… & deleted just as many. Why? Because this work matters. If I tell you to try something and it backfires, that’s no small thing in my book. So today, I’m keeping it plain & practical. This tip lines right up with our “3 Ways to Eat Healthy: Week 1” list & is a

What happens after we eat that box of “healthier” crackers or down that sports drink full of “essential vitamins”? Where does all that synthetic, lab-born nonsense go? Here’s the short answer: your body doesn’t know what to do with it—so it tucks it away. And not in a cute little memory box, either.

Tucked between expired coupons and forgotten receipts? Memories. Photos of my children on trips to see their great-grandparents in West Virginia. Faded snapshots of my own childhood. I’ve written before about my grandparents—hardy mountain folk shaped by the Great Depression. They didn’t waste a thing, especially not food, and certainly not money on things they could grow or raise themselves.

Some of my most treasured memories are stitched into the fabric of long summer evenings on my grandparents’ front porch, tucked deep in the heart of twentieth century Appalachia. The old porch swing creaked gently beneath my aunt and I as we rocked back and forth, sipping lemonade from Mamaw's Bolero Thermoware cups, the kind that were multicolored like her summer flowers, and had just enough sweat on the outside to make you appreciate the ice inside.

Today, I did something completely radical. And no, it didn’t require a helmet or a lawyer. But friends, it did take courage. This particular act of rebellion has been bouncing around in my head for over 15 years. I’ve had full-blown internal debates about it—everything from “Will I need this again someday?” to “This could destroy the entire functionality of the item!” You’d think I was planning a heist, not doing what I actually did: I cut the plastic hanger straps out of

Eeating well doesn’t have to mean sweating over a hot skillet. A cold summer menu can be just as nourishing, satisfying, and (dare we say it?) downright delightful. Here’s a fresh, fuss-free lineup of cool dishes that are easy to make, nutrient-packed, and perfect for patio dining or shaded porch snacking. No oven, no stress—just pure seasonal goodness.

This year—2025—has been especially poignant. Some beautiful, life-giving moments have arrived that I never expected. I’ve treasured those. But then came the gut-punches. The kind that leave your stomach in knots and your brain in a fog. I've found myself saying, more than once, “Can we just have a boring year, please?” followed by a laugh that carries a hint of too much truth.

There’s a beauty in making certain moments feel momentous. Not everything in life needs to be celebrated with cake and balloons, but some things—those small shifts that signal “you’re growing up”—deserve to be noticed, remembered, and marked with care. And each individual, male and female alike, need to know that they are seen, recognized as special and unique, and invested in.

There’s something magical about a house full of grandkids. The noise level rises, the laundry multiplies, and the kitchen becomes the heart of it all. If you’ve ever looked around your home during a full-family visit and thought, “We might need another fridge…” —you’re in good company. Cooking for a large family, especially when the grandkids are in town, isn’t just about feeding hungry mouths. It’s about feeding memories.

I've been a bit quiet this week. Rather, I should say I wasn't necessarily "quiet" as much as otherwise invested this past week. There was very little "quiet" in our home! It was a grandkid-focused week; a whirlwind of buttered bread, swimming pool splashes, sticky ginger-cookie fingers, and jigsaw puzzle pieces that never quite stayed on the table

Some nights, anxiety creeps in like a thief. Other nights, it kicks the door open in full glam and dares you to rest. And while I don’t have all the answers (spoiler: nobody does), I have picked up a few tricks over the years that help me meet those jittery hours with a little more grace and a lot less self-sabotage. Recenter, Oils and Snacking Solutions.

Some people light up a room when they walk in. Others? When they walk out. At this stage in life, we’ve earned the right to curate our circle like it’s fine art. We know the difference between acquaintances and true blue friends. But every now and then, someone slips in wearing the mask of sisterhood while quietly rooting for our downfall. That, my friend, is a frenemy—a friendly face with hidden claws.

Cooking for two again can feel like a curious shift after years of meals for family & ordering in. Here simple strategies when preparing meals for two plus meal plans

I used to think engaging in a spirited back-and-forth online meant standing up for what I believed in. But let’s be real: most internet arguments aren’t about learning or understanding. They’re about ego, one-upmanship, and who can hit “reply” the fastest with a snarky comeback.

Whether you’re a foodie, a history buff, or just need a peaceful reset, these small-town Southern escapes prove you don’t need a big name to make big memories. Throw a bag in the car and take the road a little less traveled to one or all of these southeast getaways.

Travel doesn’t always need plane tickets or passport stamps. Sometimes the richest experiences are found down a back road, at a table for two, with homemade pie and a story from someone who’s lived there all their life.

If I could sit across from my 30-year-old self—with her high hopes, her exhaustion, and her relentless quest to “get it all right”—I wouldn’t lecture her. I’d pour her a cup of herbal tea, hand her a piece of dark chocolate, and tell her a few things straight from the heart.

Let’s not dance around it: these legs have seen some things. Maybe you’ve got a little cellulite that showed up uninvited, some curves that won’t be tamed, or varicose veins that map out your life story. And thanks to hormones doing the cha-cha with your waistline and hips, your body may not fit into clothes the way it used to. But guess what? You’re still stunning.