The Art of Slowing Down (With a Little Help From My Slow Cooker)
October had its moment exhaling its pumpkin-scented breath everywhere while gracing me with cooler Texas mornings. Fall is always welcome as it breathes its sigh of relief into my overheated summer soul.
November’s arrival suddenly feels like an all-out sprint to the finish line of 2026.
During my nearly crisp, by southern standards, morning walks, pushing my recovering dachshund in his stroller while my older 4-legged boy trots alongside on his leash, I can’t help but feel both the weight and…