I’m always worried when I see a message of gratitude on a content creator’s website, blog, or Instagram. It’s almost always followed with a message of retirement, downsizing, or taking a step back. It always reads: Thanks for your support, but I’m out. Anytime I read something like it, it always makes me nervous. Luckily -- and anyone who knows me can attest to this -- when one group zigs, I often zag. This isn’t a message about retiring, quitting, or ramping down. It’s actua

As an adult, new traditions are difficult to start, especially when you live far away from home. That’s what I experienced anyway. When we moved far away from Tennessee and Kentucky – our respected homes – we found ourselves without a clue how to celebrate. Yes, I was liberated from the obligation of a beloved aunt’s raisin pie and awkward small talk with the grown-ups, but it was also incredibly lonely. My family was far away, and I knew they were going to eat raisin pie and

I love to cook. I don’t always have time for it, which is frustrating. And even more frustrating -- despite my efforts -- I can’t make quick and easy cooking work for me. This is where my gurl Slone calls me bougie. As does my husband. I am aware that I am in the minority, but I don’t own a crock pot, let alone an Instapot. I don’t purchase seasoning mixes. I don’t buy pre-made salad dressing – let alone salad in a bag. The only reason we have instant mac and cheese is that B