I'm dreaming of a pop-inspired, abstract and funky-fun Christmas with neon highlights, apparently. In August. You know what I love most about abstract art? Nothing really matters except for achieving some sort of balance with an appealing color palette. I listen to music and let my brush go. . . .
"When I became a mom, everything changed," I said to a group of students aspiring to start a blog based off their already successful podcast. They wanted to hear what I had to say about my experiences as a blogger. "How did you deal? Your voice changed. How did you stay true to you?" Well, . . .
by Sammi M. May 2017 As I sit here anxiously waiting for Friday evening to roll around, I can't help but stop and reflect on the past few years and how I've gotten to this point in my life. It dawned on me that everything that I have encountered or accomplished has played a part in getting me to . . .
Behold, another glorious day in the land of social media. And I love it so, so much. Starbucks, you've damned-near broken the internet with your magical looking, questionably tasting, limited-time-only Unicorn Frappuccino. I'm not quite sure there's a better form of entertainment out there for me . . .
I love Buffalo chicken in every form. And, I love soup. When I first discovered Buffalo chicken soup at local coffee shop Uncommon Grounds, I was completely hooked and couldn't wait until the next time it was listed under the "daily soups" feature of their website. The wait became annoying, and I . . .
I'm going to tell you a complicated little love story: I like to drive up Point Mountain and take photos from various overlooks when I visit the homeland in Webster County, WV. Late December 2016, I did just that, and took the chance to reflect as this country prepared for a drastic shift into . . .
I'm well aware that it's January, but I've made it through my annual Christmas hangover and find myself planning for next year already. Also, I need to make use of the clear craft bulbs I've purchased on clearance from Michael's Arts & Crafts, stored away and forgotten about over the past few . . .