Saying Grace

Almost nothing speaks to the nostalgic heart more than macaroni and cheese. Homemade and hot from the oven with a bite of cheddar and per...

It was one of those lazy Saturday mornings growing up. My maternal grandparents had come up for the day and we were enjoying a late break...

Sometimes it's those little things that tell you that it's Christmas. Like hanging garland across the window, or setting the wise...

My family has always been staunchly in the strawberry jam camp. Thick slices of warm, homemade bread are accompanied by a frosty mason ...

When I was a kid, family events and church suppers were attended with mom's mac n cheese in one hand and texas sheet cake in the ot...

I remember walking into the doctor's office this past July, sporting a small baby bump and a nervous smile. I had made an evening ...

I was really excited about Thanksgiving this year. So much has happened this year  and we are grateful for the amazing blessings that God...

The last few, dog days of summer always seem to be oppressive ones that suck your energy and sap your strength. Even the slightest tasks ...

It's been the craziest of times around here. Clean. Pack. Throw away the why-did-I-keep-that? Up the stairs. Down the stairs. Sit an...

In high school, my mom started making Cashew Chicken Stirfry. A tantalizing blend of juicy chicken, slightly tender veggies and crunchy ca...