Discover Your Biggest Failing
“Which do you need to learn most: patience, compassion, gratitude, strength or vulnerability?” Oh no: what if I occasionally fail at all of these and occasionally master all of these? Does that mean I am master of nothing? Let me give you a peek into moments of failure and moments of mastery in a few of these realms. Maybe you’ll see yourself in some of these vignettes. Patience Fail // My children are Montessorians. They both attend Montessori schools and one of the many beautiful pieces of education encouraged in their environments is… Read More
The Power of Connections Thanks to Beautycounter
The following is a story about the power of connections cloaked in a modeling project I was involved in last week. My dear, lovely, beautiful friend, Annie Einan is an amazing force of a woman. Not only does she have this presence that makes you want to be around her, she shares her most authentic self with you. She is a mom, a wife and a storyteller for Fluence Creative—an agency she and her husband launched as a joint venture (psst…you should totally check them out if you’re interested in crazy good… Read More
Birthdays + Aging + Why I LOVE Getting Older (and you should, too)
Today is my birthday. Woot! I’m 36 and SO happy to be getting older. Beyond the fact that I’m so over 35 at this point, I’m just generally in love with aging. So this week I did something I’ve never done before in the name of vanity. You see I don’t typically engage in a lot of activities that have me working real hard on my looks. I like to throw around facts like this: I’ve never dyed my hair. I’ve never permed my hair. I’ve never tanned at a tanning salon. I’ve… Read More
MODELING IN MINNESOTA // A GUY WALKS UP TO ME ON A BRIDGE
A few weeks back my son and I decided to go for a walk on the Stone Arch Bridge after we dropped my daughter off at her guitar lesson. I remember it was a blustery afternoon and even though the sun was shining, the wind stung our cheeks and more than once it threatened to blow my fedora straight into the river. It wasn’t so much a walk as it was a desperate scurry to make it across the Stone Arch Bridge before we were sucked up into the air like Mary… Read More
Claire DeBerg // Writer 