I’m grateful guests find staying here comfortable. Recently, I’ve been thinking about guest room details beyond the basics. What do guests really want in their rooms?

I used to think peace was about slowing down, but lately…

Our nephew, Grayson, tragically passed away in a car accident. He truly embodied the values of respect, humility, and kindness. Grayson was very close to his family and always greeted everyone with a warm smile.

October marks two years since I started working out at The Y. Three days a week—Monday, Wednesday, and Friday—Rain or shine, hot or cold, I show up. It’s become part of my rhythm now.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read a Hippie Chick’s blog! I’m excited to catch up on some posts, and you’ll soon see a burst of updates in your feed.

We are a one-bar family. We mostly hike, kayak, canoe, and go off-road in our Jeep. The picture above shows me celebrating with Greg after canoeing 9 miles down the Etowah River. And we're still married!

It’s August, so of course, the Northern states are on my mind. I moved with my family from the Deep South to Michigan six years ago and was surprised to discover that different regions of the US can be pretty unique.

This photo still makes me laugh, no matter how many times I see it. That’s my nephew Jake, all 6 feet 4 inches of him. Clearly, someone ate all his vegetables growing up.

My brother, Brett, was killed by a drunk driver when he was 37. Thirty-seven. Greg and I spent the day at the cemetery, cleaning his headstone and adding flowers to the arrangement. Don’t drink and drive.

🌈 June is Pride Month, but support for the LGBTQ+ community should extend all year long. Whether you’re a parent, friend, educator, or ally—your love, education, and presence matter.

It’s Caturday, so meet Muffin. Yes, that is her happy face. Muffin is a cat of many moods, but mostly just one expression: gloriously unimpressed.

I poured my heart into raising my children, never realizing I’d quietly built a vision for their future—one that isn’t mine to shape. Letting go of our grown-up kids doesn’t happen all at once. We let go, not because we want to, but because we believe in the beauty of their becoming.