Clothing makes us feel—and that matters.

How we feel in our clothes quietly shapes how we walk through the world. Our posture. Our presence. Our willingness to be seen. Style isn’t superficial; it’s ...

For a long time, Valentine’s Day carried more weight than I cared to admit. Not because of chocolates or flowers—but because of what it seemed to say about my worth.

When I was young, Valentine’s Day...

Most women don’t struggle with style because they lack taste.
They struggle because they’ve been living inside stories that no longer serve them.

Old beliefs. Outdated rules. Quiet myths that feel tru...

We are living in a moment where artificial intelligence can create recipes, write essays, design graphics, and yes — even tell you what colours you "should" wear or what body type you "are."

And whil...

Some guy said to me: “Don’t you think you’re too old to sing rock n’ roll?” I said: “You’d better ask Mick Jagger.

—Cher

Beatles or Stones?

Back in elementary school, I collected Beatles trading ca...

Today marks something tender and remarkable: the second edition of Wear Your Life Well is officially out in the world. Nine years to the day since the first edition arrived. Nine years of growth, grit...

For last year's words belong to last year's language. And next year's words await another voice.

~T.S. Eliot

Each December, I choose a word to guide the year ahead. Not a resolution, not a task l...

Tonight, I cleaned my silverware.

It has been sitting quietly in a drawer for years—not because it didn’t matter, but perhaps because it mattered too much. As I polished each piece, I realized I w...

The holidays ask a lot of us.
Not just our time or our energy, but our hearts.
We give and give and give — our attention, our kindness, our thoughtfulness, our effort — often without stopping to ask wha...

A new year doesn't need resolutions - just rituals that remind you hope is always on the table.

-Helene Oseen

 As we turn the corner from one year to the next, many of us feel that quiet mixture of ...

Girls do not dress for boys. They dress for themselves,

and of course, each other. If girls dressed for boys,

they’d just always walk around naked.

—Betsy Johnson

My granddaughter Zoë, just ...