Dewy-eyed newlyweds, we stood in our posh honeymoon resort and swore (I think there may have been pinky swears involved, we were young enough) to take honeymoon-inspired trips every five…
Author: <span>Beth Hendrickson</span>
The screen door smacks. Feet thunder down stairs. Voices filter through the kitchen window, voices lifted over an open bottle of wine, a cheese platter, sliced peaches, seven shared decades of…
Trader Joes has my number on many things, but most recently, an evil temptress of a friend introduced me to Dark Chocolate Covered Marshmallows. I’m okay at exorcising the sugar demon of…
Bach, Beethoven and Brunch | Picnic shenanigans | Miss C 3 year old photo shoot | Miss I “cooling off” at Mellon Park | Pittsburgh summer | Mama-daughter pedicures…
I have this moment to sit at my desk while my children are allegedly tucked in their rooms for quiet time, although I can hear the chatter of small voices…
Beechwood Farms Nature Reserve | Pittsburgh’s summer | Discovery Garden at Beechwood Farms | Family photo op, trail-side | Summer friends | Treats from La Gourmandine Bakery | Swinging skies…