Sunny Sunday

Cabin fever set in yesterday and we had to get out of our house. The Biltmore estate gave us room to spread out, get exercise and a dose of Vitamin D. The kids raced on the trail getting out lots of pent up energy.

If you close one eye . . .

You can make out Santa Claus cruising down Merrimon Avenue in North Asheville on a tractor. Yes, you heard me right and I have photographic proof. Thank you Santa for making my day.

Not Your Typical Ornament Exchange

Is anything normal in 2020? Let’s see, being home with my immediate family seems normal. Driving in my car seems normal. Going for a run or bike ride is 50/50. The annual Christmas Ornament Exchange party in 2020, definitely not normal. Historically, one cold December evening in North Asheville, a group of ladies gather to …

Sunday Funday

Today was a gold star mom day. To be clear, I am giving myself the gold star because in my house, it is a thankless job. Any who, I put on my cape and took my 8 year old son for ski lessons at Wolf Laurel. Door to door, the drive was 30 minutes and …

Closing Day

Real Estate is an amazing career. Every day is different and just when you think you have it figured out, something new and interesting comes along. I thoroughly enjoyed the opportunity to sell a friend of a friends home. Super excited for the sellers to downsize and a new family to enjoy a special property.

The Church with No People

Yesterday my daughter got confirmed at Central United Methodist Church downtown. Normally, the church would be buzzing with people on a Sunday morning during Advent. Covid has made the most routine things seem anything but. Although the service was with masks, socially distant, and with only a handful of ministers as onlookers, it was special.

Facing a Fear

This past weekend I had the opportunity to do something that has freaked me out for years and years. My cousins and I went skeet shooting. This is not a country western song about cousins, shooting, whiskey etc. It was a personal challenge that pushed me out of my comfort zone. The sound of a …