I feel so done with stuff. Stuff that’s been created without intention. Stuff that’s distracting me from what I really want to focus on. Stuff in my house that...

We have a large box full of cheap decorations that my husband Randy pulls out of the attic a week or two each year before Halloween. When our two boys, Cole and Will Riley, were...

We were sitting around the largest conference room table, all 40 of us, when our CEO announced that she had been offered an opportunity at a different company in a different...

My husband Randy has always been a minimalist. He was born and raised in Grosse Pointe, an affluent suburb of Detroit full of 1920’s mansions. His teen years were spent...

It’s easy to stand on top of a mountain and see beauty. But for many it’s much harder to see beauty in the everyday. Like a delicious and colorful dinner that...

For the first time in over 9 years I felt like I wasn’t split into a thousand functions. In mid July my husband Randy packed up his Ford 250 truck, our 7.5 and 9 year...

This past Sunday my husband Randy and I took our 9 year old Cole and 7 year old Will Riley mountain biking. We drove up to Golden Gate Canyon, a Colorado State Park located...

The first time I met Randy I knew he was the one—he had bleach-blond hair, a tie-dyed shirt on and I'm pretty sure I saw a twinkle in his eyes. He was night and day...