Laura Boyles
Laura Soule Boyles spent an idyllic childhood around the brackish, grass-lined shores of Bayou Davenport in West Pensacola, surrounded by siblings, cousins, and neighborhood friends. Laura has lived abroad and loves to travel, but now resides spittin’ distance from her childhood home with her husband, three children (ages 9,13, and 15), chocolate lab, bunny, and an axolotl (just google it). The family enjoys home projects, boating, and time with the next generation of cousins. An educator for twenty years, she loves sunrises, coffee, Alabama football, books, babies, and Jesus.
Inside Out 2: A Journey Through the Teen Brain and Beyond
With the first Inside Out film, I couldn’t imagine how Disney Pixar could make sense of, much less create entertainment out of, the processes of the human brain.
Within a storyline about a preteen girl's...
We Are the Grown-Ups
One day you’re leisurely sleeping off a hangover until noon, going back for a nap after a burger and coke, and what seems like the next, you’re praying the kids don’t bother you before...
Parenting Wins: Sharing the Times When I *Think* Maybe I Sort of Got Things...
In the parenting game, it's easy to focus on the losses. There is no perfect parent, and those plays that end in conflict weigh heavily in the tally of W's and L's. On the...
On the Road with PMC: “Spring” Back to Life by Cooling Off in Old...
On the Road with Pensacola Mom Collective
Sponsored by: KIA AUTOSPORT OF PENSACOLA
We are grateful to our sponsor, KIA AutoSport of Pensacola, for supporting our mission of educating, encouraging, and empowering local moms through the...
Cherish the Thought: A Reflection on Marriage in Midlife
For our twentieth anniversary celebrated this summer, my husband and I met in the same space, on the same steps, at the very same time of the very same day as our original ceremony...
The Cleft Palate and Craniofacial Team at Studer Family Children’s Hospital
Inhaling the sweet smell of her baby’s newness, a young mother cradles her baby's head in the crook of her neck. Her hand moves up, pausing for a few seconds on those sweet neck...
A Friend for the Ages: A Cross-Generational Friendship
Living in the same town I was born in, I can throw a rock and hit a friend--not that I would, but you get the idea.
I’m surrounded by friends of my childhood who watched...
A Million Letting Go’s
The giant wave lifted our bodies upon its crest, and in slow motion, the four of us slid between it and the next one.
“Mom, I’m going to let go.”
“No, don’t! I’ve got you! We...
Choosing to Remember
The house phone rang. I hesitated to answer it.
A voice on the other line introduced herself as my grandmother’s friend I had met a time or two.
“I hope I’m not bothering you.”
So began a...
Backyard Chicken Keeping: What the “Cluck” Was I Thinking?
Do Instagram posts of pastel farm fresh eggs have you hankerin’ for a life of bucolic delight? Well, you, too, can strut through your yard in Hunter boots and harvest a day’s bounty of...