Thoughts on emptying your purse + releasing what weighs down your soul.

Half-eaten ring pop. Broken hair clips. Old wipes that were used for who knows what. My kids give me all kinds of goodies that find a home in the deep, dark crevices of my not-so-regularly emptied purse. I love my moss green Michael Kors Selma. From the outside, that satchel is a beauty—structured leather, strong…

Red numbers and red letters.

Last night I took another serious look at our family’s post-baby budget. What I saw was downright frightening. Factoring in the added expenses of full-time daycare (omg $!), baby supplies and life insurance, we’re in the red. Uh oh. After the initial panic settled in and tears rolled down, I started making other edits to…