There’s a certain allure to the North American tradition of Thanksgiving.

At the beginning of the summer, I began to feel that familiar creative unrest: it was time to design again.

June 2009. The summer solstice mere weeks away, but each day the warmth stretched further into twilight. I was just about nine months pregnant, round and full of light, mirroring the sun in the sky...

There’s a lot of talk about having it all – for women, especially, this mythic balance of career, family, love and life becomes a perpetual carrot dangling in front of our nose, something we’re alw...

I always half dread and half long for the moment when springtime finally arrives: the world starts to come alive once more after the long winter slumber, and it’s time again for me to turn another ...

One of the weirdest things about the artistic process is what I like to call “the leftover mountain of ideas” which is… just what it sounds like.