I giggle to admit it, but everything I know about hope I had opportunity to remember in a recent spa day gone horribly wrong. As I surrendered to the aestheticians control, I quickly realized that she was not one worth trusting. In a series of mis- and non-communications, my relaxation splurge (don’t judge: it was…

I am the new girl.    It’s a reality that has defined the past 18 months of breathing, and it’s a reality that hasn’t always been fun.  (Okay, let’s face it:  I hate that reality. It’s more like the antithesis of fun.) Being the new girl, though, has taught me a lot about how to show…

I have so many words swimming around in my head.  Words about immigration and transition and business milestones and rainy days and grief and baking triumphs and home decor and shoe purchases and summer travel and the words just keep on spewing. On and on and on. It’s another quiet evening.  I love it when…