There are several options and strategies available to parents that will allow them to avoid outrageous patterns, wall colors or fabrics while still striking a happy balance with their children.
By the title, you might imagine that I am about to tell you about the hard laboring, weathered hands of the man I call Daddy. You’re right. My father earned a living with his hands but not as a carpenter or builder, as you may think. He was, and still is to this day, a professional musician, singer and songwriter. He provided for our family by touring the east coast playing everywhere from fancy venues to seedy nightclubs. Music is his life and, in turn, the core of our family.
No doubt we all believe home rocks, though the term is probably subject to individual interpretation. Most of us feel home rocks due to it being the place where we spend the most time with those we love, or perhaps it’s due to the sense of peace one may find in a world that’s constantly moving far too fast just beyond our front door. All, and more, are very true. But for me, the term may be a little more literal.
My friend and I are from the same hometown – a small town in Central Pennsylvania. We are “cut from the same cloth” as my grandmother would say and we have stayed close over the years. While my path led me to Manhattan where I have lived in the tri-state area and worked in public relations for nearly 15 years, hers brought her to Arkansas with her family including a husband, three beautiful children and most recently a new puppy.
There is no better season, in my opinion, to getaway than during the winter months. Although I’ve lived on the east coast my whole life, I still cannot get acclimated to the cold, wind, snow, and gray skies. That’s why in the summer, even before winter arrives, I’m planning my escape. I find that a [...]