Hi Everyone! I hope you all had a relaxing Memorial Day weekend! I recently did something that was so out of character for me, I figured I'd hop on and share it with you here. A few months ago I embarked on a serious, and I mean SERIOUS clothing purge. I donated the larger sizes that no longer fit me. I chucked anything that was stained, snagged, or over worn. And in a final act of defiance, I tossed anything that didn't feel good on my body, or frankly, I was sick of wearing

Hi Friends! Happy Mid-May! I want to talk about makeup. Specifically makeup for older gals like me. Yes, I'm 60 and wear makeup. Let me tell you, makeup at my age is a whole different animal. Turns out that it's a tricky thing. One false move or poorly chosen product and you can easily slide into Joan Crawford territory. (Oh Joan...) In the past year I made a conscious effort to up the overall quality of my life. As I wrote in a previous blog post, I overhauled my diet, began

Let's be brutally honest. Kids and their stuff make your relationship with your home feel complicated... (Our shared bedroom) When my now 19 year-old son was born we lived in a tiny, adorable one-bedroom garden cottage in north Berkeley. I somehow added his crib, changing table, diapers, wipes, ointments and clothing to my already small bedroom. Then there was his carseat, stroller, swing, playpen, Boppy pillow, brain stimulating toys, books, and activity mat, and bouncy seat