I didn’t want to write this post. It feels scary and raw, and there is a deep temptation to stay in my lane – my self-imposed lane, of course – where I share throw pillows and toys and memories. Things stay fluffy and good; positive and bright. Bright is my specialty, my second set of
I’ve been patiently waiting to announce my latest product design with one of my favorite Dutch brands, but first things first – if you haven’t yet transformed your kids’ closet into a reading corner, make thee a Target run. A few body pillows, a small rug, panel curtains, a tension rod (that moonlights as a
Two and a half is cashew crumbs and puzzle pieces and crayon wrappers strewn around the office floor. Two and a half is – day after day – removing yet another tag from her shirt, pants, stuffed animals because, “Mom, I did not invite them to be there. They are making me crazy.” It’s piles
When Bee was less than six months old and our first Christmas as a trio rolled around, Ken and I were so deep into the newborn fog it seemed impossible to lift our heads to the attic to bring down our hefty bin loaded with Christmas decor. And although tree decorating is one of my
This was my weekend, basically. I’d tipped the scale a bit too much in November with two whirlwind trips to Nashville and New York, three all-nighters and a jam-packed holiday schedule (and surrounding cheese platters) that left my body physically incapable of showering yesterday. And so it was to be, the puzzle. Can we pause
We’re not mega gift-givers in our home, often preferring to opt for adventures or time together rather than wrapped sentiments. But, I do so enjoy finding and choosing the perfect thoughtful trinkets for my family – small gestures of my appreciation for the love and warmth they share with me daily. Here’s a sneak
I get it now, I do – this crazy Christmas hype. When I was a kid, Christmas was everything. It was snowflakes and carols, curled ribbons and gooey buckeyes. And then – somewhere along the way – I lost the spark. I fell victim to every plot in every holiday movie: Grown-up grows weary of
The reunion had been planned for what, six months? A weekend away in Chicago, just our tiny group of women and the many hats we pack in our suitcases: chefs and mothers and designers and musicians. And it sounded perfect. Until it didn’t sound perfect, and the days grew closer and the nights grew longer.
