Guest post: Josie, of Family Afloat, on their sailing adventures

I love to travel. And by travel, I mean drive several times a week to Mooresville, N.C. Occasionally exotic locales, too, such as Fredericksburg, Va. The extent of my travel reaches the bounds of club soccer. And I’m okay with that. If I get a dose of wanderlust, well, that’s what Instagram and Hawaii 5-0…

Guest Post: Joey of Big Teeth & Clouds, on Quitting (and Un-quitting)

The blog world is cyclical. Unless you count those blogs that drop off sharply. Not because of quality, but from lack of posts. Sometimes, it’s not sustainable. Or we forget the password. Either way, the blog floats along in the ether, like a dead satellite. Most often, we cycle toward and then away from blogs…

Guest Post: Number Recognition Pizza Game from Education.com

They had me at pizza. Today’s post comes from education.com. They offer learning programs for pre-K to fifth- grade students. I wish there were these things when I was a kid. I was a bit scattered at that age – ‘creative,’ they used to tell me. The cool thing about the programs: They’re fun. My girls had…

Guest Post: April, of The Stories of Our Boys, on Baseball

Now, that’s cute. That was my first impression of the blog banner that used to reside on April’s page, The Stories of Our Boys. Not because of that sweet, smiling mom (well, kinda), but the fact that her kids sat in matching Washington Nationals gear? Idyllic. See, it’s not that way among the Coach Daddy…

Guest Post: Jillian, of Jillian Loves, on Blogging

Courage courses where it chooses to course. It could be in voicing your heart or remaining silent. It’s there when you retreat and also when you walk up to the table of strangers and say hello, not knowing what to expect or how your life is about to change forever, potentially. But you do it….

Time to Take a Stand on this whole Kneel Down Thing

Dear Mr. Kaepernick, First, I’m a little late to this party, I admit. If you could see my inbox, you’d understand. I also could use a haircut. But who am I telling? This letter, though, has little to do with my hair and unanswered emails. It has everything to do with the movement you’ve begun, by…

Guest Post: Mo, of Mocadeaux, on Plethora

This one time, Grace thought she’d become famous. All it took was a parade. We’d talked in church about joining the Pride Parade a few years ago. Grace heard keywords – parade … ride a float … matching T-shirts! She was stoked. So I explained what the Pride Parade meant. She remained stoked. We didn’t…