When is the last time you did something that made you say “wow”? This morning? Last week? Last year? Not sure? I’m Stephanie, and I’m on a mission to put more wow moments into my life. Want to join me?
It felt like I’d been training for that night my entire life. Some might suggest it was a complete and total embodiment of my spirit (and spirit animal). Perhaps. But it definitely was the most absurd Saturday evening I’ve had in a long while. What was this...
Have you ever said "yes" to an event, regretted it immediately, spent the next week trying to come up with an excuse to cancel … and then had a blast once you actually went? Yeah. Me, too. Almost. Every. Single. Time. So why do we resist fun like it’s a tax audit?...
If you could do it all over again, what would you do differently? Would you choose another career? Hometown? Friends? Spouse (gulp)? What about a new outlook? Would you be braver? More adventurous? Or less impulsive? More intentional? Well … what if you could do it...
When my family and I took the train from Chicago to Seattle recently, we thought the biggest WOW! moment would be the journey itself. I mean, rolling through open plains and mountainsides while sipping coffee in a sleeper car sounds like the beginning of a...
Every so often, I find myself clinging to routines. I did that a lot over the summer. After traveling for most of the spring, it felt good to be home, and for me, home = routine. Ditch a few letters, though, and "routine" becomes "rut," and that's no fun. Bringing...
Lately, I’ve been sharing WOW! Moments from fancy schmancy places like Paris and the Amalfi Coast. (Croissants in Paris? No-brainer WOW! right there!) But here’s the thing: you don’t need a passport, a plane ticket, or a “vacation savings fund” to feel WOWed....
It’s been a minute since I’ve done a deep dive into one of my WOW! Moments, but I'm ready to talk about croissants. Specifically, the class I took in Paris, where flour, butter, and the secret to being unforgettable all collided on a lovely Spring afternoon. I was...
Note: I originally ran this story on my blog in September of 2023. After hearing about the passing of Jim Lovell on Thursday, I wanted to update the piece and share it again. It's one of my most cherished experiences, and I feel lucky to have met such an amazing...
When I was little, my most beloved toy wasn’t Barbie or Chatty Cathy. It wasn’t Lite Brite or Etch-a-Sketch. Nope. My heart belonged to a disheveled little oddball doll named Tatters. Tatters wore a scarf on her head and sported patch-covered clothes. She had the...