California born, Nashville living, lots of babies, lots of lifestyle. Hang around and let's be friends!
My first customer was Jerry Seinfield. My first regular was Jennifer Aniston. My first Bordeaux was with Johhny Depp. Yes. With. Somewhere between learning about French wine and the Iranian princess life, I also learned the road map to life, while gaining one of the best friends I've ever had in my life. For this, I am crazy grateful.
It's almost back to school. And I'm almost back to reality after skipping through the beaches of Hawaii this week. Almost being the key word. And it's time to pull up my sleeves and get organized. Enough pina coladas. Time for schedules. And organization. Which in return gives me piece of mind. Enter, the products we need.
Funerals are sad. Life can be sad. And sometimes there's a time and place to travel to a destination alone with yourself and experience the sadness. And also, the greatness in the sadness. I also think there’s a myth behind why every mother feels a bit of guilt when she’s away from her kids. It’s not because she’s a mom. Or doesn’t have the right to leave town solo and enjoy the fruits of her labor unattended by toddlers on a plane with a double Starbucks in hand and a good business book on her lap. Or that the children will die a miserable death by consuming too much pizza fed by Dad or cut their knee open while wrestling with their older sister. It’s more in depth than that. It's more complex. But it shouldn’t be. But it is.
