Blooming
Up early again this morning, early as in never slept early; it’s 3:11 a.m. I tap the nanny cam app on my phone and watch as she sleeps, as always, snoring slightly. Unstoppable, inevitable, ancient and always. The wheel is turning, whether I want it to or not....
The Truth at Seventeen
The thrift store find last month: six vintage Seventeen Magazines from 1974. Right now, they are eating up a substantial chunk of desk space, large format, full colour editorial and advertisements; timeless teen content that predates the internet by a generation. The...
To the Single Mom at Christmas
You are enough. You have enough. You do enough. This can feel like the ultimate Noah’s Arc time – two by two couples march through the season, decking the halls and checking lists twice, conspiring over boozy eggnog for the perfect gifts for their kids. It’s a...
A Walk in the Park
This morning was one of those glorious fall mornings: beautiful full frame sunrise, crisp clean air, the changing landscape of an ever kinetic autumn. (Today’s trees won’t look the same tomorrow). In short, it was a day that shouted, “let’s get going people.” And yet...