By day, I research trends and change diapers and write essays and design products and answer emails and speak at international events and say another prayer and brew another coffee and travel the world and read a chapter and kiss a skinned knee and battle imperfections and curate art and fry bacon and change my outfit and honor my husband and style lookbooks and sing lullabies and search for that ubiquitous missing sock yet again. By night, I write it all down here.
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