Can of Dates
Tasha Levert
Confession: I’m a Valentine’s Day scrooge. I hate the colors. I hate the gifts. I hate the way I felt when I was single,
Confession: I’m a Valentine’s Day scrooge. I hate the colors. I hate the gifts. I hate the way I felt when I was single,
Darling, we are excited to introduce you to Tasha Levert, our newest resident writer to the Hello, Darling blog. We love Tasha’s irreverent and
I wake to my husband’s alarm and roll away as he attempts to steal a cuddle along with five minutes of snooze-time. While he’s
It’s Conni again, from Art in the Find, and I’d love to share with you a few tricks to wearing stripes! Stripes are one
“It’s all downhill from here. I’m working my way right out of this job.” I thought sadly to myself as my preschooler began to
It was just a few months ago, typing away in a private Facebook group for an online class, where I used this phrase, “I
I can still remember the first time my mother-in-law asked me how I liked my eggs. Easy over? Scrambled? Poached? I didn’t know. I
It begins in a mystery. The colors, the intricate details, the petals all tucked inside a small bud. ing happens slowly, over time. And
Friendship. I love that word. It embodies so many memories and makes me grin, ear to ear, thinking about all the friends who define
On a cold January afternoon with fresh fallen snow on the roads, a hopeless drunk was behind the wheel of a car. With her