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WILD RIDE
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WILD RIDE

I once confessed with a measure of shame to an artist I admire, “I can’t draw a straight line.”  Her reply stunned and encouraged me— “In life, there are no straight lines.” If I am honest with myself, I am anything but a straight-line girl. Not in art. Never in design. Definitely not in life. If...

EVERYTHING CHANGES
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EVERYTHING CHANGES

I hadn’t really meant for it to get so involved. But there I was, on the ground with my camera and a thousand golden leaves blowing, falling, rustling, crackling, like laying in a bowl of granola or Captain Crunch— The first thing I noticed was I didn’t give a damn about my hair. Pathetic that...

All the Light Within
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All the Light Within

Upon purchasing my first car, a 62 VW convertible, I promptly blew up the engine. I knew nothing about cars except that there was very little more satisfying than taking the little rag top down and timing my music with the pop of the three-speed transmission. It turns out, that little red light should never...

THE DRIVE
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THE DRIVE

Someone wise once told me that if you want to have a difficult conversation with your child, take him for a drive. Over decades, clocking countless hours, one boy and then another would load into the womb of our SUV and we’d wind through the canyons while I waited quietly until all the guarded and...

RUSH TO THE ROAR
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RUSH TO THE ROAR

“Submission to the will of God.” Regardless of how it may appear, did you know that’s what Islam means? It’s 4am and in the darkness I notice it’s the 19th. The 19th—The day I was born. The 19th—The day my mama died. The 19th—The day I was diagnosed with cancer. In addition to its personal...

AMERICAN GIRL
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AMERICAN GIRL

I have a mean French accent. The way my lips pucker just so.It’s heredity. One of the things Grandmère gave me,like soft kisses and funny faces, brown eyes, and an olive-colored glow. But I’m an American girl brought up in Kansas.Running through wheat fields and staring down cows.Driving miles on a country road for a...

BABIES AND BREAD
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BABIES AND BREAD

We are driving to see Archie. I can’t wait to kiss his chubby cheeks and all I can think of to describe what I’m feeling is when the whole house is permeated with the scent of fresh baked bread. There are some things that bypass our brains and directly access an emotion that feels like...

CONVERSATIONS
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CONVERSATIONS

“I was thinking about your “good bones” and the homes you renovate. The inside can always change. Many times over. But the bones stay the same. Strong, sturdy. This journey you are on has changed your outside. How much has the inside changed? I imagine it is a work still very much in progress. I...

THE SANCTUARY IN YOU
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THE SANCTUARY IN YOU

A good designer should conspire to uncover the authentic you.  This is a process that requires the vulnerability of everyone involved. Vulnerability. Not a popular word. Even those who share incessantly on social media are rarely telling it like it is but rather painting a picture of something imagined in order to impress. Here’s the...

healing things
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healing things

I grew up in Kansas City on the site of an abandoned hunting lodge. In the long, hot, sticky summer, Daddy designed and built our home while his little girl scoured the landscape for left-behind treasures—rusted spurs, cartridge shells, weathered barn wood. As I ran through the fields honing my hunter-gatherer skills, timber framing sprouted...