Apparently, I'm supposed to be reinventing myself. The problem is that I don't think I want to. Thereās a lot of talk about reinventing yourself after 50. New career. New body. New wardrobe. New hobbies. New goals. New me. And listen, I understand the sentiment. There's something wonderful about realizing that reaching a certain age …
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Maybe it's just my algorithm. Or maybe half of America really is trying to buy a few acres, plant a garden, get some chickens, and learn how to make sourdough bread. Either way, I get it. Because lately, I've found myself dreaming about it too. And when I say dreaming, I mean dreaming. I've planned …
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One of the things I've always loved about blogging is that it's a place where I can be honest. Sometimes funny. Sometimes sarcastic. Sometimes Southern enough to solve life's biggest problems with sweet tea and butter. Today isn't one of those days. Today feels a little uncomfortable. I've never talked much about mental health because, …
I don't know exactly when it happened. There wasn't a birthday that suddenly changed everything. Nobody handed me a membership card or sent an official notice in the mail. But somewhere along the way, I crossed into a new season of life, and lately I've been noticing all the little signs. For example, I am …
Lately, Iāve been missing the bakery. Not in a āletās reopen tomorrowā kind of way. Not in a regret-filled, spiral-down-the-rabbit-hole way. Just in a quiet, nostalgic, flour-dusted kind of way. I miss the creating. I miss walking into a kitchen before sunrise and knowing that by noon, there would be something beautiful sitting in a …
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First of all, if I am at home on Valentineās Day, I am not acting normal about it. Absolutely not. You think Iām going to let Valentineās just quietly pass by like itās a regular day? Please. If there is even the faintest excuse for pink, red, chocolate, candles, glitter, and fully committed joyful behaviorā¦Iām …
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The other day I put my phone in the refrigerator. Not in a dramatic, organized way. Justā¦ spiritually. I opened the fridge. I had my phone in my hand. And the next thing I knew, it was beside the butter like it paid rent there. If that isnāt middle-aged exhaustion with a splash of hormone …
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Big pot. Low effort. High reward. The kind that feeds everybody, smells amazing, and makes the whole house feel like itās about to be a good night. Itās Super Bowl week, itās been unusually cold here in Florida (which feels rude, honestly), and life has been moving fast. People are hungryā¦yesā¦but not just for food. …
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I have a habit of romanticizing the smallest things. And before you say itā¦yes, I know. That sounds like something a woman with a favorite mug and opinions about throw pillows would say. But hear me out. Iām talking about the quiet kitchen before anyone else wakes up. The way the sunlight sneaks in like …
from the Flour Blossom Kitchen There are certain dinners that donāt need a rebrand. They donāt want a twist.They donāt care about trends. They just want a hot skillet, a little patience, and someone who knows when to leave well enough alone. These skillet pork chops are exactly that kind of supper. A Note from …
Honey without Flowers 