I never thought it was possible but, okayyyyy I’m a hustler. OMG NO–not that way… I grew up playing tennis and vividly remember my dad telling me to “hustle” on the court.  In practice, I hateeedddd running around with a passion, but in a match? I could run from the baseline to the net quicker […]

a guest post written by Lisa Dean Growing up, my mother kept our house immaculate. If she reads this, she will likely deny the fact, but it’s true. She still does. The combination of her love for beautiful decor and her high standard for cleanliness creates a refuge from the rest of the world. As […]

In my parents’ house, the house I grew up in, was a painting of a woman looking through binoculars onto what could only be a stage below.  We in the audience couldn’t see the stage, and the way my mom placed the painting, it looked like she was looking out on the living room. …