Forget chasing youth, let's make sure your style says ageless. 

Ironically, we spent the first part of our lives trying to look older.
Now, we’re spending the rest trying not to.

But it’s not really ...

This morning, I stood in front of the mirror - barefaced, barefoot, seventy. I paused. Not to critique. Not to smooth or fix or second-guess. Just to witness.

And what I saw looking back at me wasn’t...

Let’s talk about something many of us are navigating: the gray. Whether it arrived quietly at your temples or made a full dramatic entrance, going gray is more than a change in hair color — it’s a shi...

My suitcase is open on the bed, and I’m already overwhelmed. I have a trip coming up, and I’ve been thinking about what to pack for far too long.

Not because I’m trying to look fabulous (although tha...

I blinked - and just like that it's June.

My garden is growing, the sun is warm, and the sounds of summer are calling. Here in Canada, that means we have just a few precious months to truly savour th...

Time and time again, I've heard women whisper it like a confession: "I think I might be a shop-o-holic."

They say it with guilt. With shame. Sometimes with a nervous laugh to cover up how deep the re...

Lately, I've been feeling a little ... paralyzed.

Not in the dramatic sense - just quietly stuck. Caught in the swirl of too many thoughts, too many tabs open (in both my brain and my browser), and n...

When I invited my mother on a girl's trip to Texas, I didn't expect her reaction to break my heart just a little.

It was May and we were escaping a long Calgary winter for some Texas sunshine - just ...

Mother's Day can be tender.

For some, it's a time of bunches of flowers, and heartfelt cards. For others, it's marked by a quiet ache and the weight of memories that live where a mother once did.

I ...

Fashion has always reflected more than trends - it reveals how women adapt, express, and empower themselves through change. When the world shakes, style doesn't retreat - it responds.

From the make-d...

My friends call her Lola.

She's the part of me that shows up when the Prosecco's poured and the truth is ready to be told.

She's strong, stylish, wise and a little sassy.

She doesn't whisper. She ...

I was going through some old photographs recently and couldn't help but notice - whenever my mom was dressed up to go someplace special, she always wore a brooch.

Back in the day, everyone did....