For 2026, I’m choosing the word “Return.” This year isn’t about starting over or becoming someone new—it’s about coming back to myself, creativity, journaling, and gentle consistency. A softer approach to the new year, rooted in reflection, presence, and choosing what truly serves me.
t all began with a trail ride in Montreal and a few bloody knuckles. From Western Pleasure to Dressage, horses have shaped every stage of my life. Here’s my journey through barns, heartbreaks, and rediscovering joy in the saddle, proof that passion never really fades.
This fall, I leaned into cozy seasonal vibes at home—lighting candles, decorating early, and slowing down. Then our TV died, and everything shifted. The kids became more creative, the house felt calmer, and our routines softened. Here’s how screen-free living helped us create a more intentional home rhythm
t all began with a trail ride in Montreal and a few bloody knuckles. From Western Pleasure to Dressage, horses have shaped every stage of my life. Here’s my journey through barns, heartbreaks, and rediscovering joy in the saddle, proof that passion never really fades.
After returning from a quiet family trip to Mexico, I’m reflecting on rhythm, boundaries, and why protecting our family’s flow matters more than ever. February feels like a recalibration. Choosing what sustains us, letting go of what disrupts our rhythm, and carrying that intention forward into 2026.
For 2026, I’m choosing the word “Return.” This year isn’t about starting over or becoming someone new—it’s about coming back to myself, creativity, journaling, and gentle consistency. A softer approach to the new year, rooted in reflection, presence, and choosing what truly serves me.
This year’s Royal Winter Fair was the perfect mix of shopping, treats, and heart-pounding show jumping. From Greenhawk deals and dreamy tallow vendors to a thrilling Longines FEI Championship, it was everything I love about horse-girl life in one place. Here’s what we bought, what we ate, and everything we watched ringside.
After seven years apart, my best friend Mallory finally flew in for the most perfect girls’ weekend. From barn time and Toronto adventures to matching tattoos and late-night chats, it felt like no time had passed at all. Here’s everything we squeezed into our long-awaited reunion.