Thanks to Maui Jim for sponsoring this memory… (giveaway below) The older I get, the more I appreciate moments of intention. Perhaps it stems from being in the middle of a particularly frenzied season – an active baby weaving underfoot as I navigate the workload of an entrepreneur while attempting to carve out a life
A few weeks ago, I shared my first of two goals for fall and am happy to report that progress has been made. Last night, I fell asleep at 9:40pm, which is something of a record around here. (Of course, this girl woke us up at 5am, but hey – external forces beyond my control
I know, I know. I’m still processing my trip to Ethiopia – two months later. I’ve always been a late bloomer, and sometimes it just takes me a bit of time to think and learn and realize the truths that exist around me. And there are so many truths to be realized. Here are a
I get a lot of emails asking about work/life balance and am for sure considering setting up an auto response with this post as my reply, because these are my feelings exactly. I think, sometimes, we approach the topic on too singular of a level. Sure, each day will not be completely balanced between equal
The moment our plane touched down from Ethiopia, my mind started to reel. There was much to process and even more to savor. I felt light and true and inspired, yes, but even more so – afraid. I feared that I had just experienced a life-changing perspective but would return home to a life not
Before I leave the country, I wanted to share with you my work for Rivet and Sway’s autumn collection – a line created exclusively for women. I styled and produced photo shoots for six of my favorite frames – all spotlighting different roles that I, along with many women, play daily. (If you look closely, you
This particular moment could have passed. We could have come up with a million excuses to press on and tackle the checklist, styling the nightstand and testing the lighting. But we didn’t. And I am so grateful for these photos – a gentle reminder that the days (and checklists) are long. But the years are short. They are fleeting, strung together with the moments we choose to create.
And now, here I am, a few weeks away from visiting your great nation. I’m organizing toiletries and folding jeans and packing my suitcase, but inside, my heart is reeling. I’m a teenager prepping for a first date – a date that I have a feeling might be a monumental one. What shoes do you bring to fall head over heels in? What raincoat can protect you from the outpouring of emotion?