The House that Taught me Style
Even as a busy child I knew there was something about my best friend’s house. My own house was comfortable and cozy, clean and styled in its way. A fairly typical country […]
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Once You’re a Parent, You’re Definitely an Adult
During my late 20s, I started to feel like I was straddling a divide between young adulthood and full adulthood. At 28, I didn’t feel I qualified as an adult, though the […]
Feature Friday: Top 5 Regrets of the Dying
Today I’m featuring an article a few friends posted on Facebook, dealing with many of the self-styled life’s recurring themes: taking risks, living out our dreams, etc. The article is […]
Letting Go: Destroying Diaries?
This morning, I had the unfortunate and amusing privilege of hearing some of the drivel I put into my 9-year-old diary. I have few memories of actually writing the clearly […]
Places of Meaning, and sometimes Mourning
Recently, I discussed my tendency to “collect” places. With a love of travel that guides me around, I try to develop a relationship with every new place I visit. Sometimes […]
the self-styled life 