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be reckless

  love hard. with passion and fire. so much that your heart beats wildly out of your chest as though it may explode. your breath quickens, your mind sharpens, your drive determined. forget the reason and logic. avoid opinions… we all have one.   pursue. drive madly towards your purpose. so much that you would lose every piece of yourself for it. look crazy + smile wild. the kind of…

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hi there.

Raising my sweet kids on the Carolin coastline while spending school days strategizing with entreprenuers & designing websites. We build forts, play soccer, eat delicious foods, customize our home, enjoy our Labradors and dream of relaxing summer days sipping lemonade at the beach...

it’s been 18 years.

i have a new client. a real estate firm based in London. i was browsing some of their listings <<daydreaming>> while working on their website today… dreaming of the lovely bright green lush landscape. the crowds of well dressed professionals with their adorable accents & mad love of soccer! London. in 9th grade i went…

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favorite things – february

last month i committed to taking more photos. with the extremely cold (-10 degrees) weather we’ve experienced here in Western NY it’s been nearly impossible to get outside… so, i will share some of my favorite things inside my home. vintage watercolor box | cowboy boot magnet

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reminders.

this week’s DIY project…. take out the blank canvases. open my new watercolors. step away from the laptop while the children are in school. create. be inspired to post these reminders. daily precious reminders of where i’m headed.   via

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santa’s dead.

i felt slightly bad for the man at Lowe’s that asked Abigail (4 yr old), “what is Santa going to bring you this year?” her reply: “Santa’s dead.” his mouth dropped open, his knees weakened and he was speechless while tilting his head back and forth between her & i. i think he wished for…

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31.

water-coloring. jack & abigail adventures.

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end with lies.

  i am hurt. my flesh is weak. my soul is yearning for truth. wisdom. emptiness seeking fulfillment. brokenness to be repaired. there’s a desperate choke feeling… it’s deeper than the automatic constriction of the throat. far more deep… it gnaws it’s teeth into the soul. it breaks down the tissue of your being. the…

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