Sunday night gifts.

Sunday nights are bittersweet. Sometimes I love them, when I feel caught up, squeaky clean and prepped for the week. Scrubbed house, stocked fridge, steamed wardrobe, bathed babe, refreshed mind. There’s beauty in brand new weeks. Other times, I’m too easily sucked into the Sunday doldrums. This usually happens when I scrambling to get it…

Groceries & gratitude.

Grocery shopping was fun in college. For one, my parents helped me out (a lot), so I didn’t pay that much attention to prices. Convenience was my top priority. Until my last year of college, the most cooking I ever did was blue box mac ‘n cheese. Grocery shopping primarily consisted of midnight Wal-mart runs…