Ever feel like you’re just kind of aimlessly wandering from one day to the next? I mean, we get up each morning, go through our routine.. shower, coffee, email, work, lunch, work, dinner, bed, rinse, repeat. But do we…
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Throughout my younger years, my body seemed to bend to my wishes. I was one of the lucky ones, eating whatever I liked and barely gaining an ounce. Never breaking bones, full of energy for whatever came my way.…
Before Mr. F and I began to travel, I rarely gave thought to the energy found in certain places. Sure I knew the intensity of Manhattan was vastly different from the quiet pace of life in the Smoky Mountains.…
I’ve been out of high school a long time ( we won’t mention how long! ). If it weren’t for Facebook, I think it’s safe to say there would be few folks from high school I would be keeping…
After spending almost 2 years in small towns, it is such a treat to be close to a big city and all it has to offer. Recently Mr. F and I spent a Saturday morning gallery hopping, one of…
Trees break free from rocky soil. The sea crashes onto land. The natural world is filled with interesting and often incongruent intersections. In her paintings, French born Brussels based artist Edwige Fouvry calls our attention to those confluences to be…
It seems like we are finally taking a stand. For years now, we’ve been bombarded by photoshopped images of “perfection”, leading to unrealistic expectations on both sides of the gender aisle. While the underlying issues are still pervasive, the…
As a blogger and freelancer, I spent a good deal of each day planted in a chair in front of the computer screen. Isn’t there a rule of physics that an object at still will stay at still? That…
Something about spring brings to mind the word lush. The landscape here in Northern California has been filled with blossoms and green. It’s like the earth is ready to explode with the joy of warmth and sun following the grey…
For painters, it can be so intoxicating to fall in love with those first strokes laid on a canvas. They can seem so pure, so guileless. It’s tempting to call it done. But what we learn over time is…