Huge thanks to Dick’s for looping me into their Winter Apparel campaign. I received a gift card for attending a virtual event and to write this post but of course all opinions are honest and my own. A snowboard, skis, or a snow scooter would’ve been rad, of course, but […]
This story is sponsored by Dick’s Sporting Goods. All opinions expressed below are honest, unbiased and 100% my own. It’s mid-August. It’s brimstone-hot outside and the a/c is gasping for the air we need it to keep pumping inside. The summer is both in full force and winding down, and […]
This post is sponsored by Lexington Law Firm. Having children can be an expensive hobby. I kid, of course, parenthood isn’t a hobby like collecting baseball cards or whatever decoupage is, but the price tag associated with transforming from a person to a parent is no joke. One of the […]
This teenage autonomy post is brought to you by Amazon and The Motherhood. All opinions expressed above are honest and unbiased, as always. I’m not gonna lie, I don’t think I knew what ‘autonomy’ meant as recently as 5 years ago. The concept of it, sure, but the word ‘autonomy’ […]
Ever since first becoming a dad, I’ve found shopping with my daughters to be a sweet way to spend time together. They concur in spades because whether it’s picking up something sugary in the baked goods section or snagging samples of a Young Mahon Spanish cheese, Greek honey drizzled on […]
You know as well as I do that you need a new silicone whisk and a fab colorful muffin pan. So why not refresh your kitchen gadget collection with a sugary sweet zulily’s baking sales event featuring me and my extremely photogenic daughters! Of course it’d be rad if you […]
Rosewater spray, an ocean of wavy dark brown curls and eyelashes with more drama than a contrived soap opera actress. All real. A stiff as starch white button up shirt, two dresses and one denim vest. All real. Hysterical laughter, pink frosting on noses, and dad and daughter memories that […]
I had just strolled into my oldest brother’s bedroom when I smelled the smoke. My feet barely brushed the fabric of the carpeted steps as I bolted downstairs, calling out to my mom. Fire wasn’t something I was accustomed to being afraid of, but my 13-year-old brain knew something wasn’t […]
