A Few Things I've Been Thinking About 

There’s something I’ve been noticing lately, and if I’m being honest, it’s been sitting with me.

I’m 71. And I look 71. Not in a resigned way, not in a defeated way—simply in a truthful way. This is what 71 looks like on me.

And yet, more often than not, when someone wants to offer a compliment, w...

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 deeply relational. It’s how we meet ourselves each morning.

Styling as self-love is not about self-...

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 meant many cards. In elementary school our classrooms were decorated with the construction-paper he...

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 cards. The kind that came in five-cent bubble gum packages. I wasn’t interested in all the Beatles, ju...

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 list, not another impossible standard—just a word that steadies me, stretches me, and reminds me of w...

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 wasn’t really cleaning silver at all. I was touching memory. Love. History.

My great aunt Mitzi live...