A canopy of trees stretched before me. Crystals of sunlight pierced through the thick forest, providing a sliver of warmth to the otherwise cool day. My...
I walked past the maze of cosmetic counters in Nordstrom toward the downtown streets of Indianapolis, my high-heeled boots clicking with each step. A barrage of...
I’m a perfectionist. There, I admitted it. My husband is probably in the next room saying, “It’s about time.” He should know. He’s been on the...