It’s World Penguin Day, Baby! (Or as Quincy Calls It… JuJu Day)
Sound the icy trumpets and break out the fish-shaped confetti—because it’s World Penguin Day! Or, as my now very opinionated 8-year-old Quincy insists on calling it, JuJu Day. Why JuJu…
Sound the icy trumpets and break out the fish-shaped confetti—because it’s World Penguin Day! Or, as my now very opinionated 8-year-old Quincy insists on calling it, JuJu Day. Why JuJu…
Every morning, Lily woke to the soft cooing of her daughter, Emma, from the crib beside her bed. It was always the same—the sun barely peeking through the curtains, the…
The morning Marion decided to sell the cabin, the lake was already half-thawed. Jagged fractures split the ice like veins under aging skin, and the sky held that clean, empty…
Okay y’all, let’s talk about how I’ve basically become a full-blown digital Picasso overnight. I’ve been glued to my iPad like a caffeinated raccoon with a stylus, creating all the…
Lena was only twelve when the world stopped spinning right. It began on a humid August afternoon, the kind that pressed down on everything like a heavy, wet quilt. Her…
Fourteen-year-old Lila Avery didn’t talk much—not because she couldn’t, but because the world was too loud. Too bright. Too many things happening all at once. But she had Strawberry. Strawberry…
Told by me, Kelsey. I think I was seven. They found me under the slide—the red one that squeaks when the wind hits it just right. I was trying to…
By me, Lila (I’m four and a half) At Simply Storytime Studio by Simply Sina My name’s Lila. I’m four and a half. I don’t go to school like the…
Stop the presses, y’all—Bardstown has officially joined the caffeinated elite. That’s right, we now have a Biggby Coffee. Go ahead and clutch your pearls. Now before they officially opened, Biggby…
So here’s a peek into the latest chaos at our house: Carson, acrylic paint, a swan, and an art style that requires the patience of a saint and the hand…