The Best French Dip Sliders Ever!

I love King’s Hawaiian Rolls. I could eat a whole package of them & still want more. They’re sweet & soft & melt beautifully in my mouth… like a dinner donut. Plus, they’re amazing right out of the bag! Even better when I don’t have to do anything to them to make them delicious. Cuz sometimes grocery store food needs help. Not this! But that doesn’t mean they CAN’T be more amazing. So if you wanna know how to morph these delicious stand-alone delicacies into a show-stopping dish, keep reading!

How To “Do It All”

I used to look at other moms & wonder what I was missing. What did they know that I didn’t? They always looked so put together. I was always frantic, makeup half-done, hair in a bun cuz it was so full of dry shampoo that there was no other option.

How did they do it?

How did these moms get up, get themselves put together so meticulously, dress their kids in clothes that look like they just walked out of an Instagram ad, & meet me at the daycare entrance as I was screeching in on two wheels knowing I’d be 15 minutes late to work while they were happily strolling to their car?

Tales from a Beach Bum

My family & I hadn’t been on a proper vacation together in YEARS. Three years to be exact. I was so excited to finally break our dry spell last week. But as I walked around our resort in a bikini, my thighs high-fiving with each completed step made by my tired feet, and being called “ma’am” by 23 year olds, I’ve realized how much life I’ve lost over the past 3 years. How much life my family has lost.

Easter in the South

Easter is comin in hot, y’all. Easter in the South is a big deal. And, to be honest, I’m a little nervous. There’s so much riding on the way in which I execute this holiday for my family. Get it wrong, I have a long way to dig out my salvation. I’m pretty sure that all my good deeds & all of my trips to Chick Fil A for the Lord’s chicken from the previous year get erased. Get it right, I’m all set, ready to judge those who don’t {KIDDING!} Just breathe, and…

The Hard Path to Easy

I’ve prayed the same prayer for a long time now: that God would allow me to uncover the talents He gave me so that I may live the life He intended for me. When I first started praying this prayer I thought I was asking for an easier life. What I’ve learned, though, is quite the opposite.

Twilight Zone 2/22/22

In the south we love three things: Jesus, Chick-Fil-A, and family. These three things are the only three things that are constantly and consistently dependable. Jesus, Chick-Fil-A, & family will never let you down.

Presidents Day Adventures!

This weekend is a long one (that’s what she said). I’m kinda bummed that we can’t go somewhere cool with the kiddos but this Presidents Day weekend is special because my husband gets to spend it with us. I mean, he usually spends the WEEKEND but then has to work on Monday but not this time! So it’s a staycation. If you know anything about me, you know those are my speciality.

Suck It Up, Momma!

To me, the hardest part of being a parent is the mental resilience it requires. Single me could cry any time I wanted (or needed). I could yell any time I wanted. I could argue with anyone I wanted. Loudly. And with bad words. I could experience all emotions I needed to experience and no one was impacted but me. Sad, happy, frustrated, excited, angry… crazy, whatever. If I needed to fall apart for a minute, I could. But then…

Forget Unicorn Moms, I Wanna Be a Flamingo

Unicorns are rare, marvelous creatures. Kinda mystical, mysterious, magical (wow, lots of “M” words). Who doesn’t want to be mysterious and magical?? But I’ve had an epiphany during this existential crisis I’ve been working through over the past two years. And after much consideration, meditation, and internal debate brought about by having too much time on my hands while not writing, I’ve come to the conclusion that as much as I want to be mysterious and marvelous, I don’t relate to unicorns.

Speak, Woman!

I had to quit creating. If I’m being honest, I haven’t had words to express the creative funk I’ve been in over the past two years. As a writer and comedian, honesty and transparency are the roads used to carry us past boundaries. At some point, I realized that honesty comes at a price I wasn’t willing to pay. Speaking my truth, even in the name of comedy, has come to mean that someone who disagrees could cause me to lose everything. I didn’t know how to move forward.

How Not to Name a Baby

A baby’s name doesn’t just affect the child. The name a parent gives to a baby tells the world EVERYTHING WE NEED TO KNOW about what kind of parent a child is dealing with: good, bad, or hopelessly obnoxious.

Quarantine and Grace

Before the world retreated inside, I was a remote worker struggling to juggle a corporate career and a family, while trying desperately to build my dream career as a comedian. I was beyond busy and stressed and exhausted. Life was enslaving me (which is weird because “life” isn’t even a human) and I was simply trying to keep it all going. I know I wasn’t the only one. Right?

Quarantine Chic

If a tree falls in the forest and there’s no one around to hear it, do I have to wake up before 8 am, shower, and put on deodorant? Asking for a friend. Me. I’m asking for me. I’ve looked like a bridge troll for the better part of four weeks. My poor children are probably tired of smelling me. Nah, they’re dirty too.