We’ve actually touched on this before, but figured we could revisit.   Quality time. This past weekend, my husband and I spur of the moment (kind-of), decided to go out of town.  And, it made me extremely anxious to leave the girls for the first time.  Also, extremely anxious to do something spur of the moment.  I’m a “Type A-plan ahead” kinda gal. The last time my husband and I went away together out of state was when I was 5-months-pregnant.  We stayed at a bed and breakfast and played  the board game Life far too many times. And, I complained the entire way up a mountain. We...

I've been reflecting on heroes that have impacted my life (since this month is dedicated to sharing the stories of heroism), but I stumbled across something in the process.  A definition of a hero. he·ro ˈhirō/ noun a person, typically a man, who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities. "a war hero" For some reason I couldn't shake how wrong I felt this definition was.   Not wrong as in none of it was true, but wrong in that it just didn't feel right when I read over it.   For a couple of reasons actually. First, I disagree that heroes are typically men.  And, I don't...

When is a good time to panic? Today I had a couple moments where panic manifested itself, in short order. The first moment, was hearing of an ‘active shooter’ at The Ohio State University.  I don’t think I’ve ever been in a 20 mile radius of anything like this, have you?  (And this was my thought when we were first hearing the news). Sure, we’ve heard about incidents in various other states-- and have prayed for those families, or changed our Facebook profile pictures.   But never has an incident like this been so close to “home.”  The Ohio State.  That’s our “home-base.”  Right? Elizabeth and I were driving down...

The list of things we're not allowed to say is getting long.  Honestly, I'm not sure what is and isn't PC anymore.  And, I don't know about you, but growing up my parents encouraged passionate debates and open conversation.   Especially those topics, like politics, race, and religion.  Remind me, why they are taboo again?  Is it just because people are passionate about them? My parents encouraged these types of debates for a couple of reasons.  The main one being that, they wanted to educate and empower me.   But, they also believed they would be the most important conversations I would have in my life.  And, guess...

Being healthy has become such a critical conversation in our society. I think it's healthy that as a society we're talking about health, but I also think it's causing us to become unhealthy in ways too.   To name a few, self-image issues, eating disorders, mental illnesses, obsessions..etc. Words like--- mind, body, non-toxic, meditation, intolerance, holistic and sensitivity initially fly off the top of my head. But, what does it truly mean to be healthy? Health is such a relative term, isn't it? We can't concretely define it, or see it.   So it becomes this abstract concept.  Is loving yourself and being at peace considered healthy? Or is health determined by...

KIOTE How do you spell coyote?   Well, one day I needed to remind myself about a rare neighborhood coyote sighting.   I wanted to write coyote on my list of things to talk to my husband about. My dyslexic daughter and I debated for a few minutes about how to spell the word. I should’ve listened her; she knew it started with a C. I came up with kiote… it looked good enough to me for the time being!   When my spelling-able husband came home he was amused at the heroic effort of my thoughtful dyslexic spelling. My husband gently corrected my spelling and asked me why...

As creatives we’re always finding inspiration in others' work and figuring out who we are as artists. I tend to get stuck in emulating what I see others do and where the trends are headed. These trends have told me to prepare a much needed cup of coffee that takes at least 4 minutes to brew, wrap in flannel and don moccasins, to hike the pine-rimmed summit of a western mountain. Cue the cinematic music and we’ve got it made. While I do, in fact, enjoy every last one of these things (especially as I just shared photo evidence while cheesily posing with our Chemex), I just...

I have to tell this story. I know I have to tell it for two main reasons. There has been a voice inside of me saying, "just do it already!" for months. My friend just happened to start this blog entitled,Columbus Stories, which I took as a sign that it needed to be done. What better reasons to tell a story, right?  You want to tell it, and someone wants to hear it. And so, here it is: Our Story I keep trying to think how to summarize us. In a few paragraphs?  How?  We lived a lifetime in sixteen years together. So fast. Too fast. I decided that even though many...

Brandy and Paolo's story reads a bit like a fairytale.  An Ohio girl moves to New York City where she meets and falls in love with the handsome Italian Photographer.  Only their romance is as real as the daily challenges that come with running their own businesses. Paolo is a Photographer and the Artist behind Paolo Ferraris Colors. After 10 years as an Executive Producer/Writer in New York City, Brandy started her own Consultancy business Shearer Strategy. It’s in the last seven months, that their story gets really interesting. Selling everything they owned, Paolo and Brandy left New York to set up a home base in...

Mom and dad divorced when I was near the age of 5, leaving mom with 3 little ones, under the age of 5, to nurture on her own. Dad was in and out of our lives, but mostly out. Multiple disappointments, no shows, no calls, all while I waited- leaving me in tears. As a kid, I often wondered what was wrong with me? Why couldn't I be his little girl anymore? Why did my dad not love me like all of my friends dad's loved them? I wondered this through my entire childhood. These thoughts haunted me. Dad remarried multiple times, and he ended up having five kids...