A Few Thing I've Been Thinking About 

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 not enough clarity to move forward. Ideas are there. Passion is still there. But the energy? Scattere...

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 me and my mom on a rare mother-daughter getaway. I was excited for the River Walk, the reunion, and ...

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 was raised by a woman who stitched strength into every seam. My mother was a European seamstress who...

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-do resourcefulness of the 1930s to the bold rebellion of the 1970s and now, as we face potential fina...

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 winks.

She doesn't apologize. She owns it.

And she definately doesn't believe in invisibility. 

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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. A brooch was the finishing touch. A little sparkle, a personal flourish, and something that made ev...