In the summer of 2004—before I was a mother, before I was a business owner or a former business owner, before I knew words like “branding” or “pitching” or “building a platform”—I was newly 28 years old, and Duncan and I had moved to Asheville three years earlier from Boston, gotten married, and bought a ramshackle house on Short Street.
Another beautiful story of self love, life love and other love. Gritty, honest and effervescent, flashes and flashbacks of times we pass through only to bathe in nostalgia.
gorgeous, as always! so glad y'all had one of the best vacations of your life in my old home town, and there was still that magnificent film around to capture some of the essence.
Another beautiful story of self love, life love and other love. Gritty, honest and effervescent, flashes and flashbacks of times we pass through only to bathe in nostalgia.
Diane, thank you so much, as always ❤️
Thank you so much for the mention and your work, Jodi! And, just, wow. What a beautiful, heart-touching share and story of healing.
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gorgeous, as always! so glad y'all had one of the best vacations of your life in my old home town, and there was still that magnificent film around to capture some of the essence.
Thank you Gwenn! I miss LA...
Beautiful story!!
🙏🏻thank you Michele!
Every one of these has struck a chord for me ❤️❤️❤️ I could drink it up.
But also, LOL at Duncan in front of an internet cafe. You could never lie about when these were taken. What a time! What an era!
Right?!?
goosebumps - love it - in one single article you have become a "real writer" in my .. (ears? heart? book?) - thanks!