Being Good at Being Married is the Easiest Hard Thing I Do Every Day.

the beginning  lingerie and antipasto platters I sometimes feel like I was a late bloomer when it comes to marriage and as a result I had the privilege to live an interesting life before I was lucky enough to find the one. I needed to live in order to recognize the immense value in the amazing man I now call my husband.                     Basically I needed to make a lot...

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Have you given yourself permission to start?

When I started to really think about what I wanted to do with my creative life I used to get very overwhelmed by all the things I didn't know. Which was pretty much everything! I had no idea how to draw, how to use Instagram let alone manage multiple social media platforms simultaneously, how to paint, how to write, how to hand-letter or most importantly how take time for myself and listen to my heart....

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How fear tried to steal my future.

The website launch party was a huge success. A huge thank you to all of you who made it over to my new site and signed up to follow me on this journey.  The outpouring of positive energy from so many of you was amazing and absolutely humbling. Many of you shared your appreciation for my bravery and willingness to be vulnerable, and that by exposing the good and bad of my life experiences you...

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Welcome to the Party!!!

Today is...well it's pretty fucking awesome!!!! I am so amazed that this day is finally here... Website Launch Day!!! But before we get into that...indulge me as a take a minute as I just want, NEED, to start off with one of many necessary huge thank-yous...this is a big shout out to my friend and master web designer Leanne Kodsmann!!! Her friendship, support and supreme genius made today possible. I have no idea how to...

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My Heart

This piece was a project I did on Instagram a while back...it's a series of poems built off of one poem. I shared one poem a day for 2 weeks and once it was done I felt as if I had somehow changed. For me poetry comes from a place you don't even know exists until it hits the page. I hope that as you read them, you feel as much as I did writing...

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Currently on My Nightstand

I have 2 kids... and I lovingly blame them for all the reading I haven't done yet!!! That's right I said it, it's their fault and it's not because of the oh so obvious reasons like; they are needy and time-consuming. It's not because they constantly want my attention like to eat or stop them from playing with sharp objects. Or that there are 2 of them, so up until recently I haven't had a free...

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Lover of TED Talks

Technology, Education and Design...is that what it stands for, really...who knew? (ok I guess like hundreds of thousands of people...but whatever) What TED actually stands for is irrelevant...TED is an ethereal place, it is energy and light to me, it is freedom! A long, long time ago in my early years as a student, like way back to when I was a kid, we actually had a full set of the Encyclopedia Britannica...that I actually...

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Begin At The Beginning

As I sat there at 5:46 am enjoying my coffee I was utterly amazed. Even in my sleepy state, sitting by the dim lamplight of our sun-room, before the sun was up to do its job, I could tell, feel, that I was different. About a month prior I began a journey, ok that’s not entirely true I had been on this journey for years, but more recently, through a series of happenstance events I found myself reading a self-help book...

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Art Found Me

I married an artist, I am wowed by artists, art makes me feel deeply, the energy of music brings me to tears, observing creativity in action makes be feel like I am floating but I could never, would never...I am not a creator. I was born to be a fan...I actually have the loudest clap of anyone I know, so I figured it was true, I was born to ride the sidelines and just be...

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Nice to Meet You

Every new mother would describe it differently, but it is a tale as old as time, a story, I feel, that when told can never be fully understood until lived. I found myself 1 year postpartum looking in the mirror and finding the reflection unrecognizable. There were glimpses, shapes, and shadows that triggered memories of who I once was, but that girl, the clean lines and a place for everything and everything in its place...

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