There’s something strange about sharing your life online for more than 15 years. People can know so much about you—your children, your marriage, your career, your home, the things you love, the things you’ve struggled through—and somehow there can still be entire pieces of your story that you’ve barely told. For me, one of those pieces is fashion. And as I get closer to turning 40, I’ve found myself thinking…

There are some weeks that divide your life into a before and an after. Before the storm. And after. This past week was one of those weeks for our family. A tornado swept through Mahoning County, Ohio, leaving behind a path of destruction that included our home. Even typing those words feels surreal. Our home. The place where we have raised our kids. The place where we have celebrated birthdays…

A few weeks ago, my son graduated from high school. Even now, writing that sentence feels strange. For eighteen years, motherhood has been measured in milestones. First steps. First words. First day of kindergarten. First sleepover. First heartbreak. First driver’s permit. And somewhere along the way, you start believing there will always be another milestone ahead that keeps your child feeling like your child. Then one day you’re sitting in…