Lindsay
Lindsay is a native New Orleanian, displaced only by her years at Mississippi State, where she earned a B.S. in Wildlife and Fisheries and a minor in English. She came home shortly after Katrina, to work as a zookeeper and be a part of the rebuilding of her beloved city. She dragged her husband Drake, a Tennessee native, along with her. Their son Bennett joined the family in 2010, and in 2014 they welcomed identical twin girls, Genevieve and Kellen Clair. She now works full-time as an Environmental Scientist while working on her Master's and serving part-time as NOM’s resident Jill of All Trades. Powered by espresso, cake, and craft beer, her happy place is on a beach or in the woods. Need to identify a plant, tree, or animal? Lindsay’s a wealth of random knowledge. She loves to cook and sprinkle a little glitter on everything.
10 Kirkland Brand Products We Can’t Live Without at Costco
Disclosure: we are thrilled that one of our personal favorite stores, Costco, is also an official sponsor. Our team genuinely loves shopping at Costco, and it is an honor that they want to hear what...
They Love Me, Even When They Don’t Like Me
The boy gets in trouble for play wrestling with his friend at school for the third time in a week. “Ok buddy, three times means you’re getting a punishment. We’ve talked about this. You...
28 Television Shows to Watch When You’ve Got Time to Binge
28 Television Shows to Watch When You've Got Time to Binge
One of the most popular questions in my newsfeed and in some of the groups I’m in is “Suggestions for the next TV show...
2016 Guide to Santa Meet & Greets in New Orleans
Santa loves the Crescent City! More Santa sightings and photo opportunities will be added as they are announced.
Santa’s Arrival at Lakeside Shopping Center (November 19 | 9:30am) :: Join us as we celebrate Santa’s Arrival...
Permission to be Broken
I often laugh at my boss as she writes her entire life out neatly in her planner, detailed down to the hour. Her laundry starts on time, she’s got dinner on the table by...
Mox Shoes :: The Comfortable and Stylish Shoe Solution
Disclosure :: This post is sponsored by Mox Shoes. That said, all opinions are my own.
I’m a girl that lives for comfort more than style. I work a job that allows me to wear...
Crow Tastes Like Licensed Character Memorabilia
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Pre-parenthood, I swore I’d never spend money on official character stuff: Disney, Nickelodeon, whatever. I would always choose generic themed bed linens and I’d never buy character t-shirts or...
The Spend Cycle
The Spend Cycle
Freak out about money. Aggressively pay off debt. Finally relax a little. Treat myself to something. Financial emergency. Accrue debt again. Beat myself up for treating myself to something. Freak out. Repeat....
The Internet Boogie Man Doesn’t Scare Me
Another day, another post. Another article shared meant to “help” and “make parents aware” of some terrifying thing that happened to someone, somewhere. Shared here, shared there, the weight of every.single.thing I’m supposed to...
Get Outside
Sometimes, I get so caught up in the grind that I allow myself to miss out on things that bring me (and the kids) joy and calm. Though I was raised a city girl,...
My Bald Boys
When Bennett was three, he was terrified of haircuts. No amount of bribery, restraint, or pleading could convince him that allowing anyone to be near his face with a sharp object was a good...
I Can’t Tell My Twins Apart
Surely, as their MOTHER, you can tell them apart.
Surely, I cannot. Ok, so that’s not entirely true. When I’m within three feet of them, I can. Usually. It’s when they’re across the room...
Five Is Not My Favorite
My memories of age five are good. I got a baby brother; I went to Disney World; I started Kindergarten. I had special Friday afternoon outings with my mom, sleepovers at my grandparents’ houses...
Where Are These Women’s Daughters?
As I sat through four parades today, watching what seemed like the endless procession of scantily clad, fully grown women headed down St. Charles Avenue, I thought to myself, where are these women’s daughters?
Where...