Dear Sugar and Caffeine: Itās Not Me, Itās You.
Listen.Weāve had some good times.You, me, a venti caramel macchiato with extra drizzle and a pastry (or three) on the side.Weāve laughed. Weāve cried. But I think itās time we…
Ā Florida, Bugs, and the Legend of Omgitswicks: A Cautionary Tale
You know youāve officially crossed into āreal Floridaā territory when your husband wonāt stop sending you Omgitswicks videos like itās a full-time job. And honestly? I get it. Because if…
Ā Itās World Penguin Day, Baby! (Or as Quincy Calls Itā¦ JuJu Day)
Sound the icy trumpets and break out the fish-shaped confettiābecause itās World Penguin Day! Or, as my now very opinionated 8-year-old Quincy insists on calling it, JuJu Day. Why JuJu…
A Quiet EscapeĀ
Every morning, Lily woke to the soft cooing of her daughter, Emma, from the crib beside her bed. It was always the sameāthe sun barely peeking through the curtains, the…
Iāve Officially Entered My Digital Creator EraĀ
Okay yāall, letās talk about how Iāve basically become a full-blown digital Picasso overnight. Iāve been glued to my iPad like a caffeinated raccoon with a stylus, creating all the…
I Opened a Store Today… and No, You Donāt Have to Put on Pants to Visit It
Guess who just opened a store today? Thatās rightāthis girl! Before you picture me unlocking a tiny boutique with a bell on the door and a vintage cash register, let…
The Last Month of Lavender
Lena was only twelve when the world stopped spinning right. It began on a humid August afternoon, the kind that pressed down on everything like a heavy, wet quilt. Her…
Strawberry the Brave
Fourteen-year-old Lila Avery didnāt talk muchānot because she couldnāt, but because the world was too loud. Too bright. Too many things happening all at once. But she had Strawberry. Strawberry…
