Life just wasn’t making sense that day. I’d yelled at my kids, spoke harshly to my husband, and couldn’t seem to chip the resentment off my heart. I was weary, blindly stumbling and stagnating in a haze. I needed fire …
Redefining Hospitality
Growing up in the South women were defined by their hospitality, church potlucks and family reunions. You were nothing if not considered a phenomenal luncheon hostess or the catalyst for the ladies’ afternoon book club. While I admired my mother …