GLAMOUR GIRLS GUIDE
Spread the sparkles! Navigating life's storms with MOM (Monarch of Magic)I Found Myself at 2am in the middle of a Remote Forest in Norway
So now, it was 2am in the middle of a remote forest in Norway, with snow so deep it could swallow me whole, and I’m riding on the back of
When I Fell in Love with Van Gogh
Did he see the ordinary church and reinterpret it his way?
Or did he look at the building and see centuries of wishes, hopes, tears, and prayers all swirling
A Unique Summer Romance in Paris
I met him on a rainy summer night in Paris, the kind of night that’s made for kissing. Chris was English, with thick wavy black hair, warm eyes, and an
A Passion Play in Oberammergau
We climbed higher and higher, the air smelling fresher and crisper, until we finally arrived in the tiny Bavarian town.
It smelled like home, with the lush forests covering
Climbing Ecoute Over the Years
I sat quietly in the giant hand, the stone warmed by the sun, and listened to my heartbeat among the children shouting and laughing in different languages around me. I
Dashing Divorcee Mae West
“Getting married is like trading in the adoration of many for the sarcasm of one.”
It’s easy to get married, but hard to stay that way.”
“Marriage is
Chez Josephine NYC and One of the Greatest Nights of my Life
Walking through the front door was like entering another world. Red velvet drapes trimmed with golden tassels, brick walls covered with images of Josephine Baker at the height of her
Grief Journey with Winged Victory, Paris, and a Group of Blind Children
Experts speculate which ancient battle Winged Victory was created for, but does it matter? We are all fighting our own battles in our own way every single day. The fact
Dashing Divorcee Bette Davis!
This week’s Dashing Divorcee is Bette Davis! I adore Bette’s strength, courage, and fearless nature. Divorced three times and widowed once, Bette Davis managed to overcome her heartbreak and have
Mozart and The Galloping Pianos of Salzburg
Now I can’t stop thinking of the wild pianos of Salzburg, and in my dreams, they gallop around the mountains, breathless and wild and glorious. If you catch one, you