There Were Sequins
And silk robes. Bare toes on wood floors. Curtains of paper cranes. And a memory that caught my breath faster than a stockup sale on wine. Fate has a way...
Moxie Blog
Daisy the Bride, Not the Flower
Sometimes you work with a Rose or an Aster and they want to do this meta thing where they carry the flowers they’re named after. It happens. And that’s why...
This is not a sweet Carmex® love
Nor is it an infatuated Marilyn-red love. This union is lip-stick stamped with the deepest eggplant-plum because girlfriend (my bad, wife!) wants to show the world how boldly, deeply and singularly...
