A chunky, cropped sweater with large buttons.  A How to Embroider People book. (This may not even be a thing!) A Blythe Leonard bag, the larger size, so it actually fits my laptop. And the list goes on. It’s my want list. A running list on my phone where I dump everything I think I “must have” in the moment.

I’ve never loved New Year goals or resolutions. They’ve always felt forced, like trying to sprint, you hate running. Honestly, my birthday feels more like the start of my year anyway. Instead of resolutions, I choose a word. One word to carry, sit with, wrestle through. This year, it’s a word I’ve already been living with for a while now: Intentional.

We’ve all been there: scrolling through endless content, hopping from one piece of advice to another, feeling like we’re doing all the...

Yesterday, I found myself at a table with a group of women, staring at this wig—one that looked suspiciously like a dead animal. The goal?

How often do we get so deep in the weeds that we start becoming one? So caught up in the work, the hustle, the checking off of tasks, that w

Life isn’t fair, but how you show up makes all the difference. Keep showing up, for yourself, with confidence and purpose.

This morning, I cried. And I am not a crier! It started with a note for school and ended in a lesson that nothing is wasted