July Theme: Old School Summer
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Do you ever wonder what our grandmothers knew that we don’t? I just know that at some point a few decades ago, they decided that home economics, family consumer sciences, and consumer math were no longer going to be taught in our schools. So now we have entire generations of women who don’t really have…
When my kids were growing up, I used to hang the laundry on the line every week. I’d enlist a child to come help me, and I’d enjoy the breeze, the sunlight dappling through the tree leaves, and the quiet. We had to cut the trees down that used to hold my clothesline, and I’m…
By July, I always find myself thinking back to the summers I grew up with, the kind with no real plans, where the days just filled themselves up on their own. There were sprinklers in the yard and popsicles before supper, screen doors slamming all afternoon, and bikes left lying in the grass because you…
Here’s something I’ve learned after 35 years of homemaking. Every woman starts in a different place. And that’s okay. Some of you just got married and realized nobody actually taught you how to run a house. Some of you have been at it for years and still feel like you’re making it up as you…
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There is a specific kind of anxiety that lives in not knowing: Not knowing if the money will stretch to the end of the month. Not knowing what the bills actually total. Not knowing where it all went when Friday comes, and the account is lower than you expected. That low-grade hum of financial unease…
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Homemaking as a calling looks different from homemaking as a duty — and after 35 years, I can tell you the difference changes everything about how the work feels. I’ve been a homemaker for over 35 years. I’ve swept the same floors thousands of times. Made the same pot of my mama’s bean soup every…
For years, I stayed at home and felt like what I did at home didn’t have much value. Here’s what finally changed — and why you don’t have to earn permission to love your life. The Miserable Mom Era is out. And I say that as someone who lived in it longer than I’d like…
There’s something about May that makes me want to throw open every window in the house, drag things out of closets, and start fresh. Maybe it’s the longer days. Maybe it’s the smell of things finally growing again. Whatever it is, I’ve learned to lean into that feeling instead of letting it fizzle out by…