Eat a Peach

That’s the way God intended us to eat peaches — with reckless abandon over a sink, juice running in rivulets down our arms, down our chins.

Make all the difference

Husband and I have made it our mission to avoid the interstate at all cost. Despite feeling like you are being shot out of a dangerous, crowded canon for hours on end, you can’t even see anything outside the window except for a green blur with the occasional neon blip. However, just on the other…