they say “sharing is caring.” when i was a little girl, i literally thought “share” meant “give it to katie.” my older brother seemed compelled to always offer up his goods when told to “share.” today i share with you...
you know that the feeling: last night’s rosé: a stroll {or two} through a french summer of pink fresh where everything and everyone is prettier, easier to smile at, dare i say even rosier? yet this morning the only thing rosy is your face because it looks like...
it’s here. finally. southern california’s own great {central} park is ready for us to move in, hang up our clothes, cook our farm to table cuisine, breathe worry-free exhales, as our kids bike along safe roads from our front doors to some of the...
