On Being Tough

On Being Tough

I grew up with an Army Colonel dad. He thought I could do no wrong and told me I could do/be anything I set my mind to. His famous lines were, “ooh I bet that almost hurt,” and “drink some water and walk it off.”  I find myself crying much of the time now as I walk...
Where’s Waldo? I Mean Jennifer

Where’s Waldo? I Mean Jennifer

If you’re scrolling through our social media posts or blog, you may see a noticeable absence of yours truly.  Never fear, though.  I am still here.  I just don’t look like me.  There’s no easy way to say it, so I’ll just rip the bandaid off:  I have cancer.  I am...
The Skinny on The Flare

The Skinny on The Flare

As someone old enough to have experienced flared jeans – aka bootcut, aka bell bottoms – for the third time now, I can confidently say I fell firmly in the NO column.  In all honesty, I was 5 years old during the first iteration of the wide legged silhouette; 25 when...