Food Writer. Homemaker. Hostess.
So, y’all know that Sunday Offering is just something I find important to share with you. Like an offering at church… sometimes I have a lot to give, sometimes I have a little to give and sometimes I don’t even make it to church! Well… today… my friends… I bring […]
Father’s Day. It’s one of those days that I have to figure out how to navigate each and every year. How to celebrate my husband, my step dad, men in Micah’s life and still hold space for the incredible grief that sits with the absence of my own dad.
I can’t not say anything. I can’t be the person I claim to be… and not say anything.
Let’s talk about it. Let’s talk about race.
It’s hard to have vision in the middle of a pandemic. But we can still have vision for our self. Our actual SELF… body, mind and spirit.
This time last week I was sitting in the pasture watching the sun set, the moon rise and taking communion for the first time in years. And I mean, years.
Cast Iron Spinach and Spaghetti Bake… a new go-to in the Tate house!
Don’t you just love friendship? I mean it. People in your life that are truly only there by choice and whose ultimate goal is to make you feel seen and heard and loved. Again, there by choice. Your friends don’t have to be your friends. They choose to be. As well as, you choose to be theirs. These people… they are the true MVP’s.
What is life??? Your kids or your husband or your friend or yourself… are going to love this candy sushi!!! It’s so easy… and we made a video!
Hey, y’all! With all of this extra time on our hands, we now have the opportunity to cook some things we may not have done in the past. Like, an all day simmer spaghetti sauce!
As I started to recognize this all too familiar feeling, I began to pay extra attention to my friends that I know have experienced grief first hand. I began to pay extra attention to the authors and writers whom specialize in grief.
Texan. Food Writer. Home Maker. Hostess. Gatherer. Encourager. Supporter. Believer.