More times than not the football field has saved me. It’s been there for me to scream and yell. It’s allowed me to let out frustrations without judgement. It’s been there for me to laugh and cheer out in joy. It’s been there for me to cry when the chips are stacked against me. It’s picked me up when I’m down, and knocked me down when I was too high. You see, the same field that pulls my husband away, is the same field that has saved me over and over again. The football field

I love Fall. Everything about it. The cooler weather, leaves changing colors, pumpkin EVERYTHING, and what’s the sport that consumes my family? Oh yes, FOOTBALL! Some of my favorite holidays are in the Fall too. My birthday, Halloween, Thanksgiving - pause for a moment of a mental “smell” of Thanksgiving Day feast…ah, heavenly - Fall break and let’s not forget the build-up to Christmas! Of course when you’re a coaches wife you get the luxury of spending most of these holidays

Grief is a funny thing. One moment you’re fine, staying afloat in the never ending sea you’re in, and the next twenty foot waves are crashing over you one after another never allowing you to catch your breath. The difference is, when you are standing on the beach looking out, you can see waves coming. You know when and when not to get in. You know when to hold your breath. Not with grief. You’re never on the beach. You’re constantly in the middle of the ocean with no land in

It’s mid-season and I’m tired. That point is here. Some years it comes sooner and some years it comes later, but make no mistake, it always comes. You know the one I’m talking about? The week where all the pre-game jitters have settled down to the point they are almost non-existent. The Friday that I’m not overly nervous and my anxiousness is for the game to be over, not to start. That point when resentment has set in and boils in my blood with every dirty dish, load of laund

So, it's been a while since I shared a recipe with you guys, let me tell you why, and then share my Sheppard's Pie (like that accidental rhyme?) recipe that in a way, brought me back to life. Cooking is a passion of mine, but when I lost my Nana in August, who had taught me so much of what I know about cooking, I felt like that passion died with her. I sunk into a dark hole and that meant my family ate takeout or sandwiches for almost a month. I would think about what I would