diamond in the red
at the close of the hike i flew off the rocks, my feet thirsty for brick colored sand. i shimmied out of my dress, kicked my sandals to the side, and dove into the cool crystal water. rainbow fish darted between my legs.
but the memories will live on
there are a few stories i never tire of hearing. my all time favorite is one i have heard once a year… every year… since my very first year.
but over all, baby steps
while a new year can be the perfect time to make positive changes in our lives, resolutions can feel daunting. i am a firm believer in setting myself up for success. avoiding unnecessary, self imposed drama and pressure works best for me.
cultivating your signature style
our style is an outward expression of our inner spirit. a way of telling the world what we love, how we feel, and even what we believe, without uttering a peep. the way we dress ourselves offers the people we meet very quick, very visual insight into who we are. clothing, makeup and accessories are costumes and armor with which to face the world.
hey joe
His cargo pants, faded black turtleneck, and John Lennon style spectacles were topped with a plume of fluffy chestnut hair.
i check in with my gut
adulthood, for me, began the moment when instead of ignoring the voice between my ears, i shut my mouth, opened my ears, and listened with my head and my heart.
or just give oysters a whirl
in my relatively short number of years, i have come to learn the things which are often the most worthwhile come with the “butt falling off” feeling. what is the “butt falling off” feeling? it is the rock which formed in my belly before i leapt out of a plane on a gorgeous day in july with my parents.
my passion carved my path
I wanted to be a rockstar. Dance on stage. Wear flowing dresses, stacked jewels, and sparkly jetsam. I wanted to play the fuck out of a guitar. A pink guitar. And I wanted to sing. At the top of my lungs. From the bottom of my gut. But as the Stone’s remind us, we can’t always get what we want.
through the looking glass: greenport, li
through the looking glass: greenport, li
i would not wish
i’m going to keep this short and sweet, just like the groom. actually, i’m not. those of you that were at my wedding and heard my vows know you better get comfortable.