For my granddaughter’s first birthday, I made her smash cake myself—not because I am a baker (I am not), but because I wanted to do it. I wanted to be the one to create something special just for her, even if it wasn’t perfect. The cake was set in front of a gorgeous Disney-themed backdrop,…
Mamaw’s Old Canner
There is something deeply meaningful about holding onto the things that once filled our family kitchens with work, warmth, and provision. This old canner belonged to my Mamaw. When I look at it, I don’t just see a piece of metal—I see a rhythm of life that shaped her days. I can almost imagine the…
Past & Future
There is something especially sweet about remembering my grandson at about a year old—still so small, still discovering the world one curious moment at a time. In this photo, he’s wearing a little cowboy hat that seems almost too big for him, sitting slightly crooked on his head like it has a mind of its…
Crown Failure
There is a kind of childhood moment that doesn’t need staging or perfection to be unforgettable. In this photo, my granddaughter is wearing her princess crown—but it has slipped down just enough to cover her eyes. What was meant to make her feel royal has instead turned into a tiny obstacle, a “crown failure” that…
Why Chicks on the Road Publishing Exists
There are seasons in life when everything feels full—full calendars, full expectations, full identities built around doing and producing. And then there are seasons when something inside begins to shift. This blog and publishing space was born in one of those quieter in-between places, where the question wasn’t “What can I achieve next?” but rather…
A Beach Day in December
There is something quietly magical about a beach day in December at Sandbridge, Virginia. The crowds are gone, the air is crisp, and the ocean feels like it belongs only to those willing to meet it in its quieter season. The summer noise has faded, leaving behind wide open stretches of sand, soft winds, and…
My Three Kids
There are some photographs that do more than capture a moment—they reveal something deeper about the people we love most. This Christmas photo of my three children is one of those for me. It doesn’t just show them together; it shows who they are. My daughter is on the left, arms wrapped around both of…
Cookie Baking with a Friend
There is something so simple and sacred about baking cookies with a friend—flour on the counter, laughter in the kitchen, and the comfort of being completely at ease with someone who has known you through the seasons of life. Kelly and I have been friends for 30 years. That sentence alone holds a thousand memories—different…
A Little Refresh
A freshly painted laundry room has a way of making even the most ordinary chores feel a little more peaceful. This space was never meant to be the “highlight” of the house, but I’ve started to believe that no room is too small to be made beautiful. A fresh coat of paint can change more…
Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow
Fall on Lake Gaston always carries a mix of beauty and goodbye. As the air turns crisp and the light softens over Pea Hill Creek, everything begins to slow down in a way that feels both peaceful and a little heavy. The boats are pulled in, the dock is quiet, and the boathouse stands still…