bar method and little movements towards good…
While trekking the streets of Washington DC last week, I found a small, discreet studio on a busy street. The clouded glass blocked visibility from the street, but thin, black font was neatly printed on the glass: the bar method. I’ve heard so much about this...
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attitude and air snaps…
Oh Internet, I can’t do it. I just can’t do it! Try as I may, I can’t pull off being a low-maintenance woman with emotional stability. Deep down inside I want to believe that I don’t need hair conditioner and my Temperpedic bed, but I do. And...
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soul mates…
The plane fluttered about and my cup of water gently rippled from the turbulence. I grabbed Matt’s hand and smiled at him. What are you thinking about, he asked. I replied with a shrug. Bianca, I can tell when you are thinking about something that scares you...
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podcast: christine caine…
For those interested in women in leadership (at home, work, school, or play), check out this podcast from myself and Christine Caine! If you have more questions to ask, we will tackle them on future podcasts. Just let me know 🙂...
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on haute couture…
In order to be irreplaceable, one must be different–Coco Chanel It called to me from the coffe table like a Siren at sea. It was as if I heard intoxicating songs about French fashion with a Parisian accent as I lifted up the most recent edition of the holy grain...
read moregrowing up in the wonder years, part 3…
Pickles and ice cream. Midnight ocean swim. Running in the rain. How does the old adage go? Don’t knock it until you tried it. Â Same could be said for those who throw stones at people who perhaps haven’t experienced confusion about the future, moving back...
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100 words: pause…
Okay, so I’m fired. I’m suppose to post the third installment of the 20Somethings series with a vlog. Buuuuuuut my dear, sweet Matthew surprised me with an impromptu birthday party last night. Because yes, today is my birthday. My schedule was to come...
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growing up in the wonder years, part 2…
At 24 years old, I was unemployed with a degree from a reputable college, living with my parents, and utterly single. Cleaning offices, baby sitting, or working random editing jobs was how I made ends meet while stiff-arming Sallie Mae from collecting my college loan...
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growing up in the wonder years, part 1…
It’s hard to be 23. I’m not a kid but I’m not considered an adult either. I’m most frustrated about the fact that I don’t feel like I’m the person that I should be. —Anonymous blog reader Bar Mitzvah. Sweet Sixteen....
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packed, pajamas, and loads of baggage…
I’m usually very neurotic about how I pack my luggage. Rolled, organized, laid out. However, on my overnight trip for work this week, I guess I didn’t think through my outfits because I pulled out the shirt I was going to wear and noticed it was sheer. As...
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