Anytime we visit Walmart with all three children in tow, my husband and I have learned to go with a precise tactical battle plan in mind and bee-line it only to the specified aisle(s) of necessity. Any diversion from the plan and we’ve asked for whatever trouble ensues.

One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. This is more than a saying for Angie Howard, Recycling Coordinator for the City of Conway and the Faulkner County Solid Waste Management District; it is a mantra and a way to extend Faulkner County resources.

One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. This is more than a saying for Angie Howard, Recycling Coordinator for the City of Conway and the Faulkner County Solid Waste Management District; it is a mantra and a way to extend Faulkner County resources.

When I was a little girl I loved Barbie dolls. Some of my fondest and most vivid memories of play dates with friends centered around my Barbie Dream House (its pull-string elevator was my favorite part) and role-playing with the lucky, un-realistically perfect, plastic ladies who got to call that dream house “home.”
I had two distinct categories of Barbies at my house: “out-of-box” Barbies and “in-the-box” Barbies.

ne man’s trash is another man’s treasure. This is more than a saying for Angie Howard, Recycling Coordinator for the City of Conway and the Faulkner County Solid Waste Management District; it is a mantra and a way to extend Faulkner County resources.

I adore Thanksgiving ... everything about it! My favorite part of the holiday is just what its name implies,
celebrating the opportunity to give thanks.
Reflecting upon the ways we are blessed in each of our respective lives is such a wonderful way to remind ourselves
and teach our kids how fortunate we all are to even have the most basic of our needs met, let alone any wants indulged as well. I’ve been reminded of this many times in my life in a variety of ways.
Last year I had the opportunity to sit as a panelist for a discussion following

It’s about this time each year that
I become mildly sad. Sad because
around October is my cut-off
point for wearing flip flops. No
more excuses for a regular pedicure,
gone is the no-brain carelessness in
choosing that day’s footwear (what
during the summer can’t you wear with
a cute pair of flip flops), and no more
hearing that soothing “smack smack”
of the flops rhythmically whapping my
heels as I chase my children the 500
directions they scatter to on an hourly
basis.
My Reefs and I (with their oh so
incredibly comfy gel shoe deck and
contoured anatomical arch support) log

So I’m just going to throw it out there…every year I struggle coming up with a suitable theme for the September “Women In Business” issue that is interesting to read and successfully relates a woman’s career to something environmental.
I usually start fretting over this sometime in July, because I’m just that much of a planner. But, I am thankful to report that this year a light bulb went off and I had one of those “why did this never occur to me before?!” type revelations when sitting down to our kitchen bar and eating one of my daughter’s left-over Chicken McNuggets.

School days, school days, dear old Golden Rule days ... would you believe it’s that time of year again!
With the startup of school comes that familiar task of fulfilling the dreaded school supply list. What parent cannot clearly recount the annual ritual of darkening the doors of Target or Walmart, list in hand and reluctant grade-schooler in tow, ready to wage war in the “so crowded this has to be against fire-code” school supply aisle.

So right now it’s nearly 10:00 p.m. on a perfect summer night, leading my husband and me to decide just a bit ago that it would be a great evening to drag the baby monitors outside and sit on the patio while we each got caught up with some work looming on the laptops; I do have an environmental article to write about “Summertime”, so what better setting to become inspired than overlooking the backyard on a beautiful June night!