The playboy mansion is not traditionally where people have one of their first dates.  Bunnies and hunks everywhere. Celebrities posing on the edges of the room.   People really do get in the pool.  And yes, I checked out the grotto.  It’s just a hot tub with room for, oh,  a hundred.

I noticed these things happening around me on this date but in reality, I only had eyes for Trent. We were newly acting boyfriend and girlfriend and the infatuation was heavy.  It was the start of something that would continue for over thirteen years.  And counting.

Trent is one heck of a human being.  Kind, generous, funny, talented, easy on the eyes and to me, sexy.  We have started a few adventures together with Trent in the background providing the stable foundation our life is built upon.  He spent the last decade commuting over two hours a day for work.  He watched me work through a dozen different projects trying to figure out who I wanted to be when I grow up.  He is my solid. And his dedication to keeping our family in the black has allowed me to blossom, create, experiment and stretch.

Next week, Trent turns forty. It’s time for the start of something.  It’s time for a new adventure. Trent is ready to stretch into a new life.

Notices were given at work.  His corporate days are numbered.  At forty, his entrepreneur heart is taking control.

It’s time to create, expand and most importantly breathe fresh air into everyday living and possibility.

Admiration is high. Uncertainty is present. This is not a midlife crisis. It’s a much deserved midlife renewal.

Am I…

  • Scared? Of course.
  • Worried? Not even.
  • Proud? More than possible.

Trent Lanz Design is the start of something and like our playboy mansion date, it’s HOT!

And now, as change arrives, we just remember to keep calm and carry joy.

What dream are you ready to renew?

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Just like you.

July 10, 2012

I ordered take out last week. Twice.  I’m not sure why I feel guilty, but as owner of an enterprise promoting fresh made-at-home meals, I hang my head in ceremonial shame.  The truth is, I am no different than anyone else struggling to survive life, love, and t-ball.

I’m just like you.

I burn toast, stress over deadlines, forget to put the leftovers in the fridge, sometimes leave the dirty dishes until morning and every once in a while, I declare bedtime for my brood 15 minutes earlier so I may lay down as soon as humanly possible.

I’m just like you.

I laugh, cry, mourn, celebrate, fight, forgive, fear, enjoy, share, give, take, and create.

Just like you, I make more single base moves than home runs, have secrets and dreams; sometimes secret dreams.  I want everything but might not know what to do with it.

I’m just like you.

I take it one day at a time finding small solutions to big issues and moving forward. In this, we are connected. Humans making our way.

Thank you for being just like me.

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Food tears.

June 21, 2012

For all the confidence and bravado of doing everyday business in the world, I am still a little girl easily frightened by the slightest hint of rejection. I’m writing a book and at present, having a silent meltdown about my ability to finish, my place in the world and as fate would have it, acceptance. [...]

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Bread Making 101 : Mark Furstenberg

April 23, 2012

I have a deep appreciation for specialists.  The patience and passion required to hone in on something, absorb knowledge and carry it, with care, into the future is a human gift not everyone receives. Mark Furstenberg has such a gift.  By trade, a bread maker, consultant and restaurateur.  Today, an unassuming educator in bread making. [...]

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