It was a lovely spring, with its’ unfurled petals with grace and gentleness, filling each day with renewal and gratitude. As the days grew longer and the temperatures warmed, I reveled in simple joys—long unhurried mornings under the sleepy sun, allowing me to savor my coffee and breathe in the crisp, fragrant air. Molly’s wagging…
Seasonal Favorites // Spring 2023
On Seasons of Silence
With Mother’s Day around the corner, motherhood is invariably on my mind. And perhaps, it’s on your mind too. Childlessness is one of the most heart-wrenching and loneliest struggles a woman can experience. The pain is silent, leaving many feeling isolated, and devastated that their time to be a mother has yet to come. The…
Seasonal Favorites // Winter 2022
The Rhythm of Rest Winter flew by more quickly than I had anticipated. Long nights tucked away inside our cozy apartment reminded me of how much I truly needed to rest. And sometimes rest looks different from what we expect. For me it came in the form of long walks with Molly, praying the rosary,…
White Chocolate Macadamia Nut Cookies
A childhood favourite. Years ago, when malls were the place to hang out I tasted my first white chocolate macadamia nut cookie. The “cookie shop” was a hole-in-the-wall kind of business. There were no tables or chairs, just a kitchen, and a cash register. My first purchase was a White Macadamia Nut cookie…my 9th grade…
The Classic Aperol Spritz
One sip of this cheerful bright orange cocktail will transport you to a terrace in the midst of a Mediterranean summer. Created in Venice in 1920, it’s bubbly and refreshing and comprises of prosecco, Aperol, and soda water. Aperol is a beautiful bright orange apéritif—it’s zesty orange with complex herbal scents harmonized with a touch…
Seasonal Favorites // Autumn 2022
The autumn sun, rich and golden, warmed most days and then quickly faded into winter all too soon. It was a busy season, but joy-giving. Autumn has always been a season of looking inward and focusing on the roots I put down, rather than the flowers that bloom. It’s a quieter rhythm—one where I can…
