It’s 5:45 a.m., the coffee pot is beginning to brew and I can smell that wonderful aroma in the kitchen. Oliver, our Yorkie, is staring at me to let me know he would love his good morning treat as I reach over and open the dishwasher and set my favorite coffee cup by the coffee pot. Turning back, I place the glasses and cups in the middle cabinet. Bowls, one pot, one baking sheet and the big stuff are quickly put away. Easing back over to the dishwasher, I grab all of the silverware and sort it into the individual bins.
We just checked into the Old Edwards Inn in Highlands, NC, and the rain is pouring down. In fact, it has poured for the last three hours since we landed in Charlotte and started our drive over. "We...
Last Friday, I joined Jennifer Wilson and Amy Vetter on their weekly Leadership Lunch Chat LIVE to explore generous leadership and the element of gratitude. What I...
CeCe is out for a few hours running errands (shopping, I suspect) and I am staring at three strands of chimes that I promised to hang under our porte-cochère. I can see they are very breakable, long...
Mom baked me a large three-layer German Chocolate cake every year for my birthday from when I was a toddler until I was out of college. I’ve tried a lot of German Chocolate cakes, but never had one...
Now this is a special birthday card! This one is from my 5-year-old granddaughter, Dabs. Here, she has drawn pictures of her younger brother, Sullivant, who is fondly called Sully (and Bu Bun as...
