I had brunch on Saturday with one of my oldest friends. We’ve known each other since Kindergarten and no matter how much times passes in between our meetings, we always fall right back into the most natural pattern. We just “get” each other. She can take one look at me and know how I’m doing. […]
The Importance of True Friends. Read Post »
September 11, 2001. Seventeen years ago today. It’s actually almost impossible to wrap my head around how long ago that was, or the fact that my country suffered what it did that day. I still remember exactly where I was and how it felt when I watched the towers go down, as if it had
Never Forget: Where I Was On 9/11 Read Post »
I’m a perpetual purger. Feng Shui devotee. Clutter gives me anxiety. If there were a reality show the opposite of Hoarders, I’d be its poster child. Twice a year, for as long as I can remember, I have gone through my house and purged it of anything I deemed unnecessary or simply didn’t use. Having
Yard Sale: The Art of Getting Rid of “Stuff” Read Post »
I’ve always been something of a gypsy….just your run-of-the-mill nomadic hearted girl. Some of my best years were spent living out of a suitcase as I traveled from Europe to Asia and back to the States for work. Hop on a plane, fall in love with a city, rinse, repeat. I never really could’ve imagined
Observations From The Heart of a Nomad. Read Post »
Once in a while I come across a quote on one of my social media newsfeeds that hits too close to home. Words that sink in deep and linger for a while. This past week the quote that really pulled me in said: “Shout out to people who grew up with emotionally unsupportive parents and
Warriors: For Those Who Grew Up With a Broken Parent. Read Post »
