Writing can at times, feel like a marathon. The final period reminiscent of a big inhale. Sometimes an exhale, depending on what you are writing. ...
I want to wear a pretty dress for you.It's Spring. Somewhat officially. And here in the Bay Area, that means every girl is plotting her next Per...
We all lie to ourselves on a daily basis. Whether it’s a little or a lot, about the small stuff or the big stuff, these lies get us through our da...
I’m not usually very good at staying silent. I’m often quick to judge and make a statement. In the heat of the moment, I often see things in b...
There is no perfect time for perfect, it seems. In our modern age, we're all trying to tackle that elusive concept: perfect timing. We want to qui...
I’ve talked a lot about crêpes in the past — I grew up eating my grandma’s thick, buttery ones (we called them blini) and later my mom’s....
One of my favorite bloggers, Joanna Goddard recently wrote a cute little blog post, asking readers about their first kiss. Mine was at the ripe o...
2016 was one of those years that a lot of us will remember for the rest of our lives. But while it was punctuated by national and world events man...