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The Baby Fever Rollercoaster (Part 1)

Stock image of baby with balloon

“I feel like the body snatchers came,” I said on the phone, as the old Altima sped jauntily down i75. “As you know, I always thought being a stay-at-home mom would be the ideal life, but now I’m not even really interested in being any kind of mom. I want to grow my career and stomp around in heels and make money that I can spend selfishly. I no longer have the urge to snuggle every baby I see. I honestly don’t know what happened.”

5 Ways I Became a Happier Person (Part 2)

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Photo by Winj Capital    So I accidentally fibbed at the end of 5 Ways I Became a Happier Person (Part 1) when I told you Part 2 was going to be about that time life totally kicked my behind. Originally part of today’s post was going to be about how going through challenges ultimately made me a more grateful and happy person, but it just wasn’t coming together. It felt like I was rehashing a lot of the same things I’ve talked about in previous posts about how modeling/eating disorders/the fashion world broke me down but also turned me…

Retirement of a Dream

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It started with a nudge from Stephen about four months ago. “Do you have a cutoff?” he asked gently. “You’ve been at this for awhile now and you’re still not making a real income from it. Do you have an estimate of when you’ll want to move on? You have so many other gifts and talents. There is just so much left to chance in the fashion industry.”

Late-Twenties Transitioning

Box of raisins in hand, looking for new dreams

When Stephen turned twenty-seven (about a year and a half ago) we got into a fight. Not on his actual birthday, but during one of the weeks leading up to it. I was nagging him to be more serious about Life Things now that he was almost in his *late* twenties instead of mid-twenties, and he was insisting that twenty-seven still counted as “mid-twenties” and your late twenties began at twenty-eight.

Why I Left a Piece of My Heart in Milan

Model apartment roses

Hello dear readers, Today I wanted to share a piece I wrote just shy of two years ago, right after coming back from Milan. I originally published it on my old blog and deleted it the next day–I wasn’t ready to share this much of myself. Two years (and lots of over-sharing!) later, here it is. I probably should have done something cute like share it on the exact anniversary of my return to San Francisco, but I felt strongly compelled to share it today.

Quality Vs. Quantity

Wearing a simple back outfit and red lip

Growing up, my dad was a minimalist and always gave little lectures on having few material belongings that you need, treasure, and take care of. He preached this way of life so often that my sister and I jokingly called it “Sermon Number One.”