We are on the verge of starting a new year and I’ve realized that of all things I have made and shared here, apple cake is perhaps the most impo...
I used to write a lot of poetry. I have notebooks filled with raw, young angst. In college, I went up on a stage, terrified, and read one of my po...
I started throwing lots of things away recently. Old magazines, high school t-shirts I've been holding onto since — well — high school, pre-ad...
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...
This post is sponsored by Idyll. All opinions are my own. Thanks so much for supporting the brands who help us do what we do!A few months ago...
Around this time of year, life tends to move a little faster while work tends to move a little slower. I like it that way. The parties, visitors a...
Pancakes have become somewhat of a weekly tradition for us. Most days, Matt and I each sit down to a bowl of food — he to his cereal, me to my y...
There was a time when I was a die-hard Jersey girl. New Jersey was the first place I ever lived in America and for a girl who had a sizable collec...
There are three types of quiet time, when it seems that the world is able to stand still. It's early, and I mean early in the morning. When the su...
I’ve come to believe that the best and worst decisions we could make are the ones we don’t make at all.We’ve had a particularly warm win...