And the livin’ is easy – or at least easier than this time last year, thankfully. We have made it to the other side of what has undoubtedly been the weirdest school year on record, and it’s time to enjoy…

Pollen aside, there is so much to love about spring, and after our collective dreary winter, we finally have perfect temps and longer days to get outside and enjoy all that RVA has to offer (and that’s a lot!). We…

I can’t help but think of how much has changed since I last wrote you a March greeting. One year – it’s been an entire year since COVID-19 wrecked our world and turned all of our lives upside-down. In a…

We made it through 2020, a year that was certainly nothing like we envisioned this time last year. Along the way, we found out that we’re more resilient than we could have ever imagined, more resourceful than we thought possible,…

The holiday season is upon us, but if you’re like me, it feels a little more like Groundhog Day, at least the movie version. In some ways, 2020 has flown by and I can’t believe it’s nearing the end. In…

Happy has become sort of a relative term these days, hasn’t it? Happy enough may be the more fitting way to say it this year. Not-nearly-as-happy-as-last-October-but-it-could-always-be-worse is even more appropriate – but a little long-winded. It’s been nice to see…

We’re rounding the corner toward the last quarter of this most interesting of years (good riddance, 2020!), and as strange as this one will be, the start of another school year is upon us. No matter where you live, the…

I am writing this note during a particularly challenging time in our city and our nation’s history. For a while, I was afraid the whole idea of putting out a magazine right now seemed frivolous and out of place. But…

And for some of you, welcome to your first issue of Richmond Family Magazine! During these very different times, we are mailing the magazine to some families across the Richmond area, so you can enjoy all RFM has to offer…

This is the eleventh time I’ve written an April publisher’s note, and if I were to look back (which I never do; reading my own writing makes me cringe), I’m sure they have all started with talk of the joys…