Budget Rhythm

I break our budget down into three categories: fixed (costs that stay consistent month to month and/or have a deadline), future (things for which we save), and fluctuating (costs that vary week to week and don't have a payment deadline). For the fixed category, I insert the total amount we owe for that month. Then [...]

Second Grade Curriculum + Rhythm

Our weekly rhythm is organized to focus our time and energy on one area of study a day. This allows us to dive in, supplement curriculum, answer any questions that arise, etc. without rushing or feeling pressure to move to another task. We do not get buried under a heavy workload of busy work. We [...]

Mama’s Loaded Potato Soup

I cannot take a lick of credit for this. It's my mother's recipe. It's delicious and filling. Give it a try and you will be struck with cravings for it forevermore. Ingredients: 1lb. bacon, chopped 1 stick of butter 1 1/2 Vidalia onion, diced 1/4 cup flour 1/2 quart of whole milk 1 bag of [...]

Mushroom Alfredo

Rich, creamy, and comforting...this dish is going to help you greet Autumn in the most lovely way. Ingredients: half a yellow onion, diced 2 pints baby bella (crimini) mushrooms 2 handfuls of fresh spinach fresh dill, parsley, and thyme (a few sprigs of each), chopped 2 cloves of garlic, chopped 1 splash of white wine [...]

Chicken Apple Risotto

I've been making this recipe from memory for years (nearly a decade). Therefore, I can't remember the exact title of it's source (a gluten free cookbook long forgotten). It's a favorite and every time I have made it for someone they have requested the details. So here they are. I hope you enjoy it's hearty [...]

What To Do When the World Isn’t Wonderful

“And I think to myself... what a wonderful world...”. I spun around the living room with Isaiah in my arms and Louis’ voice playing loud. But the words felt like a faded dream. We settle into our morning and turn on Sesame Street. “Sunny Day, Sweepin’ the clouds away. On my way to where the [...]

Allez Les Bleus

It was the summer of 1998. I was in Paris. Eleven years old and completely overwhelmed by voices loudly singing anthems and popular futbol chants. Faces painted in primary colors. Down the street they went arm-in-arm. Through the night I would hear a cacophony of riotous celebration and foreign insults hurled through the air in [...]