The end of August has always felt like a natural turning point for me. Maybe it’s because my birthday falls on August 26, 1958—right in the middle of back-to-school season.…

Growing up, my mom had a phrase for outfits that just felt right on me: “It’s so you, Beth,” she’d exclaim. Decades later, I still reach for pieces that feel…

A Life Beyond Style Reflection on Widowhood, Grace, and Starting Over Grief after loss doesn’t follow a clean timeline or quietly exit stage left. It lingers, it loops, and sometimes…