One Umbrella for Two bursts to life with the nutty aroma of Puffed Rice Accord and Genmaicha. I wasn’t familiar at first with this Japanese brown rice tea, but the popping, roasted warmth hit my senses immediately — almost too much at first — and then softened as the sweet, tart blackcurrant stepped forward.

I’ve been seeing the word “soft” a lot lately. Clearly I’m in my “soft girl era” and the algorithms are picking up on it. Soft mornings. Soft skin. Soft life. It’s all over my feed. And I’ll be honest — at first, it rubbed me the wrong way. For a long time, “soft” wasn’t something I wanted to be. It felt like weakness. Like failure. Like flesh. Like not quite enough, physically, emotionally, and mentally. As someone who’s always been a go-getter, an, “I’ll just do it myself”

He’s off. My teenager — my actual baby who was just a wide as he was tall, who was playing with plastic dinosaurs like yesterday — is at sleepaway camp. This isn’t his first year away, but this year just felt differently. I’m proud. I’m excited for him. But I also may have cried in the car… and at Orange Theory… and while folding his socks 😭😭😭 Tears of joy for his growth and independence. Tears of love and the emotional gut-punch of letting go. Tell me: What absurd or real

Body, Beauty & Becoming  💄🏋️‍♀️ aka: Growing up, glowing up, and showing up — with SPF this time. This body has been through it. Addiction. Trauma. Illness. Aging. Insecurity. Years of disordered eating and body shame. I’ve lived it, survived it — worn it all. And now, at almost 49, I’m learning to love this body anyway. Not because it’s flawless. But because it’s mine. It’s carried me through things I never thought I’d survive — and it’s still becoming. I’m not a beauty ex