magnolia chic

We are living in turbulent times. Like most of you, I have been inundated with the trials and tribulations of the day. With the twenty...

It was as if an elephant was sitting on my chest. My breathe escaped me. It was nowhere to be found. Air was at once a novelty and not a...

Moving across the country wasn’t a hard decision for us when we made it. We were on course to outgrow our delightful home relatively...

It’s been 365 days since I mistakenly pressed the “publish” button and Magnolia Chic was launched. Within those 365 days, the pendulum of...

Easter is arguably the most important holiday of the year for Christians. Signifying the end of the Lenten season, it marks the time when...

There are many things that I admire in my daughter. She’s a firecracker; quick, witty and determined in her stances. I’m loving watching...

The Bean is thirteen. Gregory and I are parents to a teenager. We’d spoken, joked and thoughtfully prepared for this moment for years....

When my mother called to tell me she was headed to Houston, it came of no surprise. She was in her sixties and armed with a wealth of...

It began with a question from the backseat. Kingsley, in a hurried tone said, "You know there is a thing called Candy Grams at school...

Last week, my husband Gregory had the privilege of attending a workshop led by Dan Heath; author of “The Power of Moments.” The premise...

There’s a lot that can be learned from the wanting gaze of my dog, Saint Charles. The simple crackles of paper can cause a flood of...

“Let it go, let it go, can’t hold it back anymore...” There was a heaviness in my chest. My breathing slowed and steadied; shallow and...

“Mom, what is an orgasm?” Those words came out and enveloped me like molten lava. I was driving and it came from the back seat as clear...

2017 went out with a whisper, giving way to the bang of the new year. There is a fire that greets us in the dawn of newness. Brimming...

It’s the most wonderful time of the year. Indeed it is for some, and quite a different story for others. The holiday season seemingly...

It was the roaring of the chainsaw that got my attention. It wasn’t immediate though. It had been whistling for who knows how long before...

It’s happening. Right now, in real time, it’s happening. My daughter, the Bug, is changing. For the purposes of this writing, I am not...

I love Halloween. But not for the candy and costumes. I love that it will come and leave swiftly; instantly propelling us into the...

The both of Us Are proud native New Orleanians Were McMain Mustangs together in high school Have grandmothers named Ethel But couldn’t be...

I am largely a product of public education. An educator’s daughter, I was privileged to attend some of the best public schools that...