"Listen. I don’t know how or when my grieving will end, but I’m always
relearning how to be human again."

— Sherman Alexie, “You Don’t Have to Say You Love Me: A Memoir”

What was the first song that made you fall in love with music? Tell me about your mom and your dad and the dog that you grew up with who you loved more than jumping in a pile of warm fresh laundry on a cold foggy day. 

I want to hear about what it feels like for you to exist and what you think about when you hear the word alive.

I'm scared, too. 

Something about learning to re-navigate this scene reminds me of the the floorboards in the house that I grew up in. Familiarity with the creaks only makes me more cautious of where I'll step.

I'm ready and I'm not ready to let the cards fall away from my chest. 

And, as always, the only one who will ever feel any of this happening to me, is me. 

Coach x Selena Gomez

Partnered up with Coach to show off their beautiful new Selena Grace Bag.

It is my personal belief that your bag should change colors with the leaves, and this Fall I am going red. It's the neutral you didn't know was neutral, the perfect pop, and the splash of fun that every outfit needs. 

Needless to say, my wardrobe has been blest by the presence of this new addition. Praise hands fer dayz.

Photos by Kiana Michelle Scott

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N I S O L O : Isa Boot

Teamed up with Nisolo Shoes to bring you the new Isa Boot. 

All I have to say is that I cannot wait to crunch around in the leaves in these babies. The genuine leather is so soft, and smells like a man, which I am all about. I love adding masculine elements to the feminine, and these boots are the perfect way to do that. Also, they are SO COMFY. I feel like I'm walking on a cloud. 10/10

I'm sure I'll be wearing these for many falls to come.  :) 

Photos by Samantha De Le O

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September Archives

It's October 9th, but I didn't forget. Here's a few excerpts from Septembers past. 

2013 

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8 September 2013

I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you.

I forgive me, too.

I forgive us.

I am letting go, not a bit of spite left to sting my tongue.

You were right all along.

This is best.

Today, my heart agrees. 

 

16 September 2013

If I say “I don’t care” please know that I am lying.

I do care. I care very much.

I will care until the day I don’t have to tell myself or anyone else that I don’t.

 

20 September 2013

Ten years from now, she will look back on the photos from her first day of kindergarten.

She will take them in with warm regard, and let out a sigh for moments past - 

curly blonde pigtails, and a green pleated skirt.

That is all fine and lovely, but that is not what this is about.

This is about the In Between, and the moments that the photos never captured. 

This is about how her mom ordered her a kids hot chocolate and put a green straw in the lid so that she wouldn't tip it over and spill. 

This is about the impeding sugar rush and running in circles around the giant oak tree.

This is about the boy who pulled her pigtails and the way she didn’t want him to see her afterwards, because she started to cry. 

More than anything though, this is about me - hidden behind the window of a coffee shop, this morning around six.

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2014

8 September 2014

Sometimes, it’s 10:30 at night, and for no particular reason at all life feels extra beautiful.

Your head hits the pillow and your skin feels soft against the cold clean sheets.

You are grateful.

Today was the last Monday, September 8th 2014 that I will ever have again.

I’ve already lived it. That is nuts.