Trapped in my life.

Picture this. It’s Mother’s Day. And I’m sad. Like, really sad. And kind of mad. But I don’t know why. I mean, yes, I’m freaking ravenous (slightly long story) so maybe it’s that but it’s not really. That doesn’t build the tears behind my eyes or the scream in my chest. That didn’t create theRead more

Personal style is a journey (with or without Birkenstocks).

My mom wore Birks when I was a kid. My aunts did too. It was the only shoe I probably could name and I saw them on many people (think, early 90s) and my mom had them too. As I grew up I realized this would only happen when something was fantastically made and comfortable,Read more