I picked up my finished bags on Wednesday, and have spent the last three days packing, shipping, and photographing them. A huge “thank you” to Steph and Stef for helping my put tags and ties on all the bags. If you were one of my Kickstarter backers, you have them to thank for the speediness […]

There’s a story I’d been telling myself about last year: I took on too much client work to the point of burning out. I earned more money than ever and I have nothing to show for it (save a very large tax bill). That story did me no good. I beat myself up (figuratively) for

I was not a girly girl growing up. I resisted my mom’s attempts to dress me in skirts and pink, and was so pissed when I came home from a school retreat to find that she had redecorated (with the best of intentions) my room in pale green stripes and pink cabbage roses. My goal

My parents got married in 1974. My mom was three months pregnant with me, and was almost a decade older than my dad, but that’s not what made their marriage unusual. What made their relationship different in 1974 was that my dad is African American and my mom is Filipina. Loving v. Virginia, the Supreme
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