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An inexcusable ask

Putting yourself out there is scary, it is vulnerable in its own right. Putting yourself out there and then asking people what they think about it is fifteen million times more vulnerable. When the answers come back that you should hide the your truth, it is devastating to the spirit, the spirit that has wobbly…

Our life is not 1:1

I love me some Instagram. And as a humanities major, I love me pretty curated pictures. But that is NOT life. 1:1 is the aspect ratio on Instagram, if you weren’t aware. That pretty, perfect square. If you ask many influencers, they will say you need a curated feed. One that is themed if you…

On Being Still

So many things have changed in the last 5 years. I went from being a married full time employee working on a Master’s degree to a stay at home mom trying to keep a baby alive and my sanity from disappearing. In order to keep that from happening and to feel more useful to both…

Let people love you.

For some reason our society has created a facade that women need to be stoic islands. I think this has created a space for women who are lonely, depressed, sad, mad, frustrated, concerned, stressed, worried, and burdened to shut themselves off (even easier done when you are a SAHM or a WFHM) because it is…

New from Noonday

While I am stepping back from actively holding trunk shows for Noonday Collection this season, I did pick up some new pretties from the Spring 2018 line. There are so many versatile pieces that launch online February 15. Here are the five I chose for myself. *All linked content will take you to the page…

Being an Modern Day Advocate

You can do it whatever way you like. Some of you may know that a tiny part of my life over the past 3 years has consisted of advocating for marginalized peoples. While you haven’t seen me on the streets pounding pavement, I have used social media and direct sales as a way to work…

If I wrote a book

Fiction (based on reality). She squints and touches the top of the baby monitor amidst the calls for “mama”. A quick glance at the glowing red numbers on the digital alarm clock positioned across the room confirms it is twelve minutes to seven. Why was she still the only one who heard the baby, or…