I'm Megan

1 month ago | detroitmom.com | Megan Moore |I'm Megan

When my husband and I decided to buy my childhood home from my parents, we knew it would be a unique experience. This house, with all its familiarity, holds layers of memories from my childhood. Now, I get to see my kids create new memories in the very same rooms where I once played, laughed, and even waded through my teenage years. On top of that, living in my hometown is just as much an experience filled with nostalgia, joy, and the occasional bittersweet moment.

2 months ago | detroitmom.com | Megan Moore |I'm Megan

There’s something magical about a snowy Michigan winter. The chilly sparkle of fresh snowflakes, the crunch of boots on the packed snow, and the endless joy of sledding down steep hills are the moments that typically define the season for me. But, one memory always rises above the rest: gathering around the kitchen table inside, cheeks rosy from the cold, to wrap my hands around a warm cup of hot chocolate.