Summer Was My Permission Slip
Hi friend,
The pool towels are still on the deck railing, and they are not going to dry today. Woke up to sixty-five degrees. Yesterday it was 88.
Summer doesn't end with an announcement. It just gets quiet. And every year, for a long time, that quiet came with a low dread I couldn't name. Now I can: summer was my permission slip. Rosé didn't count. The boat didn't count. The neighbor's drivewa...
Art for Healing (no talent required)
Hi friend,
I lost a few days this week, and I'm not sorry about it.
Focus on flow music. Coffee going cold next to me. I was building the webpage for the DTD Collective, and I fell all the way in. Picking colors. Swapping images. Moving one line of text up, then down, then back up again. Making decisions. Learning, learning, learning. Making something out of nothing and making it mine.
I looked...
This Was On My Vision Board
Hi friend,
I'm writing this tired in the best way, still a little starry-eyed, and fully in love with Austin.
I won Sans Bar Coach of the Year.
I'm still letting that land.
First things first—thank you to every single person who voted for me, especially my clients. You are incredible, beautiful women who inspire me every day, and you showed up for me in a way I will never forget.
This was my se...
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