A Potting Shed To Be Proud Of

Posted by on May 29, 2014 in Gardening, Parenting | 0 comments

Like many gardeners, I have often dreamed of having a potting shed. Much like Virginia Woolf’s “room of one’s own,” I longed for a place that was mine, but dedicated to gardening rather than writing. After all, being a writer that works from home, I have a corner on that writing/reading space already! What I wanted was a place that was dedicated only to tools and supplies for my garden. A place where I could store gloves and shoes, line up pots...

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A Work-at-Home Mom’s Love/Hate Relationship with Summer

Posted by on May 21, 2014 in work-at-home | 5 comments

Counting today, there are 8 1/2 more days of school left. My kids are bursting with excitement. I am in a slight panic. Yes, I knew it was May and school would be out soon, but I didn’t let the reality sink in until this week. There are 8 1/2 more days of long stretches of peace and quiet to work and run errands and think and plan my business strategy. In 9 days, I will be in the throes of the “summer schedule,” which consists of trying to work...

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A Trip to Daniel Stowe Botanical Garden

Posted by on May 20, 2014 in Gardening, Grandma | 0 comments

Garden clubs were something I always associated with my grandmother. So maybe it’s only fitting that one of the first things I did as a new member of the Yadkin Valley Garden Club was to take a field trip to Daniel Stowe Botanical Garden, a place Grandma and I visited together 15 years ago. They held a media day, and as an eager young editorial assistant at Carolina Gardener, I jumped at the chance to go tour and take advantage of my press...

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New Beginnings

Posted by on May 19, 2014 in Gardening, Grandma, Uncategorized | 1 comment

I have toyed with the idea of having my “own” blog for years. I’ve written blogs for other websites (Piedmont Parent and Carolina Gardener) and other people (ghostwriting, shh!), but I’ve never struck out on my own. Every time I think about doing it I get petrified with fear and stop. Fear that I won’t have anything to write about. Fear that I won’t have a good premise and be able to stay on topic. Fear that my friends will get tired of me...

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