My Brand story part 3: Do you still SEE me?

If you would look at my legs, you'd notice they're covered with scratches. Bite marks and scratches from my feline housemate. Thanks, Simkie🥴 You see, it took me a while to understand that my cat was asking for - scratch that - demanding my attention when she bit my legs. I imagine her saying: Have …

Brand story part II: Beauty is in the EYE of the beholder

Did beauty show up in your life today? Would you be able to describe it to me? Did this #DoseOfBeauty touch you on a superficial or on a deeper level? Very often we notice the beauty in our lives in a fleeting moment. Our lives are so fast-paced, that beauty is quickly replaced by something …

My brandstory: part I

First Impressions last, but do they tell the whole story? This logo was created 11 years ago. Back then, I had a different motive for launching my brand. But, life has happened. The woman behind the brand evolved in so many ways. Her life is so much richer and more nuanced. Would the logo still …

To Thine Own Self be True

Image: Simplify.com What does it mean to live an authentic life? And, am I living one? Have you been asking yourself these questions? I have. For the last 5 days, these questions have been on my mind. They were brought to my attention via a request from a friend. She asked me to write about …

Forbidden foods: the start of my healthy lifestyle.

As I started to prep for my lunch today, I thought about my journey to get here. My diet changed dramatically 10 years ago. And five years later, I made another big change. Can you relate? If you do, you'll know it is not easy. My first important diet change was in 2012. My hemoglobin …

Legacy of a mother: She was the one…

Last Sunday was filled with memories of my mother. She was the one who raised me with the strong belief that our history is not our destiny. In her conviction, she led by example; seizing opportunities to create a better future for herself and her family. Her life knew much hardship and she had to …

Dreams of my youth

For years I’ve remembered a carefree girl, singing and dancing to the music on the radio. She loved to imagine herself on stage performing the most entertaining choreographies. Sometimes she got to perform with a group of equally fun-loving friends at their parents’ family and friend nights. Or she would dream of fashion shows in …