Friends and sweet readers, I’ll ask in advance for your forgiveness on the length of this post. After 30 days of juicing, several hours of support and conversation with my Cleanse Coach, and a pretty astounding change in all areas “Joyce’s Health,” I have a lot to ...
Meadow Lane
In 1976, my father decided to go on a blind date, where he met my mom, proposed shortly thereafter, got married, and bought a house for the two of them. A small, 2-bedroom box home built in 1952, just outside of Fort Knox, it was a house that served the two of them perfectly well until I came along, ...
Get it Together
Bright. Clean. Labelled. Airy. Smelly-good. Organized.
None of these terms describe my current storage situation. Yes, my home is lovely, and yes, this blog makes it look like my things are constantly put together, but the truth is that almost every ...
Clique Boutique
In the early 2000's, when tight satin party dresses, Snookie hair bumps, and too-tan skin was all the rage, so was over-tweezing one's eyebrows. I was a victim of such a thing (don't believe me? Check this out. Where are my eyebrows??), and over-tweezed with the best of them.
It was in ...
Cleaning Out
I’ve had a terrible way of eating since I came out of the womb. My earliest memories of food include my grandmother making “fluff;” peanut butter mixed with marshmallow creme sandwiched between saltines and wrapped in my lunchbox. I remember dinner sometimes consisting of a ...
Rosemont Floral Blouse
Oh, friends…. Remember this summer when I fell head over heels with that gorgeous Tory Burch blouse? The full sleeves, the tie-neck. It was perfect, and feminine and floral, and almost completely unlike me in every way. Still, that blouse got a heck of a lot of wear last year, so when the ...
On 2018
My sweet readers, Happy New Year to you all!
I'm astonished that 2018 is here, in many ways. 2018 marks the year that I've officilly spent more time living in the 21st century than the 20th (for those keeping count, that means I'm about to be 35). 2018 marks the 12th year that the ...
The Peanut Butter Ball
My grandmother is guilty of passing on false information. That's not to say she was a liar, but that she protected her recipes within an inch of her life. The recipe for the Italian Creme Cake she so loyally baked every birthday and Christmas was typed out on a three by five index card, ...
Old Fashioned Bourbon Milk Punch
One more Christmas post, and I swear I'll move on to 2018:
I'm not a lover of eggnog, and unless its the super thick cavity-and-cellulite-causing kind in the carton, boiled custard isn't my jam (the exception: that made by my chidhoold next door neighbor, an older woman we called Aunt Lois. ...
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