Joey Yearous

Joey Yearous
Joey is a New Orleans native, Dominican alum, and LSU grad who joined the ranks of motherhood in the summer of 2019. She and her Colorado born-and-raised husband, Phil, left their Mid-City apartment for a house on the Northshore about ten days before they welcomed their son, Sam, into the world. Though she’s always had a passion for writing, it’s her work as the Director of Marketing for a Louisiana-based electrical firm that pays the bills. She’s a longtime member of the dance troupe The Muff-A-Lottas and when she isn’t covered in glitter and dancing through the streets of New Orleans, she’s usually cooking, trying new restaurants, and listening to true crime podcasts. A consummate Pinterest fanatic, she’s always looking for her next DIY project or recipe to try. She believes good senses of humor and random acts of kindness make the world go ‘round.

On the Road Again :: Summer Road Trip Lessons Learned

Earlier this summer, I was laid off due to the pandemic. Since we'd already planned to take a road trip to Colorado (where my husband is from) for the week of July 4th, we...

Dear Tumani

Dear Tumani, Just a few short days ago, the news of the birth of your tiny new baby made headlines around the world. The announcement gave hope to your critically endangered gorilla population and filled...

Takeout Fake Out:: Chinese Chicken Dishes to Up Your Freezer Cooking Game

When we moved from Mid-City to the Northshore, we left a lot of our favorite things behind – including our favorite Chinese takeout place! Since I’m on a mission to meal plan using my...
working mom

Goodbye, Second Maternity Leave :: Returning to Work in a Post-Quarantine World

I know so many people, especially those with school-aged children, have been eager for a return to "normalcy," whatever that may look like these days. I craved normalcy, too. I just thought I would...

How I (Unintentionally) Made Meal Planning Second Nature

I suck at meal planning. And that breaks my heart a little because I try SO HARD to succeed at it. I’ve tried so many methods, I’ve lost count: calendars, binders, index cards, apps,...

Finding Art in the Ordinary :: A Guide to Creating Your Own Meaningful Masterpieces

I recently posted a photo on social media of a collection of frames and keepsake shadow boxes I hung in my closet. (Boujee, I know.) There’s a silhouette portrait of my infant son hanging...

The Learning Curve of Teaching Diversity {Printable Resource List}

The magnitude of what is going on in our world lately is overwhelming; I can only imagine how it must feel to people of color. Last week, I had a breakdown in front of...

It’s (Still) OK to Laugh

Like so many others these days, I’ve been cleaning out closets and doing my best to KonMari my life while we are still under quarantine. A few days ago, I found a box full...

One Good Man:: A Letter to My Dad Five Years After Losing Him

Today is the fifth anniversary of the day we lost you, Daddy. It’s hard to wrap my mind around the lifetime that’s somehow fit into five short years. When I sat in that chilly ICU room,...

I Don’t Have COVID-19, But I Think It’s Making Me Sick

I’m a hugger. Maybe it’s from growing up in a large, loud Italian family where affection was second-nature and my MawMaw greeted everyone with a kiss right on the lips. Or maybe it’s because...

A Letter to My Infant During the Coronapocalypse

To my dear, sweet baby, I have so very much I want to say to you in this moment. This crazy, unprecedented, historical moment that feels more like something out of a dystopian novel than...