A Wildflowers Journey - Running from Boredom Since 1982

It all started in Carson City, Nevada. Yes, the actual capital, not Vegas you heathens. I dug it at the Nugget so hard, drank White Wolf vodka in the desert (because hydration is important), and lived with summer and winter magic at my fingertips in Tahoe. Hilarious lifelong friends, shitty high school boyfriends, life lessons and a need to get the fuck out of there ASAP.

Then came Tempe, Arizona for undergrad. ASU was ranked #1 party school all four years I was there… and dropped to #3 right after I graduated. Coincidence? Doubtful. I dabbled in Perth, Australia for study abroad – think kangaroos, beach days, and my first taste of global living. I was hooked. Next up was San Diego for grad school, cocktailing at the Hotel Del to pay tuition and accidentally meeting my husband Adam, who also happened to be my boss. Oopsy. Moved to LA for my first “real job” in eDiscovery by day and made actual money at night serving cocktails to B-list celebs. (Usher’s mom is a bitch, in case you’re wondering.)

Then NYC for seven amazing years. I traveled every week for work and spent my weekend in Manhattan. Brownstone living on Central Park. I got desensitized real fast – throwing bows on packed subways and out potty-mouthing everyone. If you can make it in NYC, you can make it anywhere… so off we went international. Zurich, Hong Kong, Singapore – all incredible chapters that taught me more than any job title ever did. Eventually we came back to San Diego just before Covid, had our daughter Charley (the best thing I’ve ever done), and life changed forever. Now we’re in Seattle after a truly horrific work experience that finally pushed me to walk away. And here I am, building something of my own: Bohemian Wildflowers. Because if these wildflowers can grow through cracks, so can I.

What's next... NYC, Chicago, Paris.... Who knows.