Tristan Coopersmith: Love Stylist
Welcome to the new happily ever after!
Four years ago I spent some time in Africa – Mozambique to be specific. In my village there was no electricity, no plumbing, water was 1.5 mile walk away, food was scarce and to be shared among the many inhabitants. Medical care was unheard of and shelter at best included a mud floored hut with…Read More
I am really being put to the test these days. I am being challenged in every way I know on how to carry and express love for someone who is foreseeably unlovable. I’ll admit, I’m doing a pretty sucky job. Here’s what happens. Despite my ingrained belief to love all, serve all… not give love…Read More
I BELIEVE in pink. I BELIEVE that laughing is the best calorie burner. I BELIEVE in kissing, kissing a lot. I BELIEVE in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I BELIEVE that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I BELIEVE that tomorrow is another day. I BELIEVE in miracles. I stumbled upon…Read More
Not a day goes by when I don’t have some sort of thought about how I could really stand to lose 5 pounds. Sometimes the thought is fleeting and other times, it lingers. The more it lingers, the more it spirals into other bad thoughts and the more it spirals, the worse I feel. Sound…Read More
There is no denying it. I’m that chick unabashedly singing and dancing in her car as if she is trying out for American Idol. To me it is the antidote to road rage… although sometimes I think that the looks I get could cause a car crash. Anyway, lately my radio anthem has been Nicki…Read More
As of late it seems as though a “woah is me” energy is circulating through the atmosphere… as if everyone has been chugging life blows cocktails and then just sitting in their own “why me?” puke. Pardon my graphic explanation but the pity party energy swirling about is really starting to get me; my positive…Read More
Last night, while dining on chicken nuggets and grape juice with my stepkids (stepmoms are off the hook for being culinary artists which in many ways makes us heroes, but I digress) I noticed the slogan on the Heinz ketchup bottle read: Grown, Not Made. Grown, not made. Grown. Not. Made. How genius, I thought…Read More
This weekend, I married my Cupid tendencies with one of my favorite camp activities by taking up archery once again. Since it has been roughly 2 dozen years since I’ve held a bow and arrow, a class was in order, less for good shooting technique, and more so that I didn’t shoot myself. Leave it…Read More
As I watch the gardener tackle my yard today I can’t help but notice the striking parallels between his work and the work involved with building a healthy love life. When he first arrived, he surveyed the property with a holistic view. He looked around for what needed tending to and what didn’t. He then…Read More
With Jason out of town this weekend, I took the opportunity to date myself, a worthwhile practice for singles and coupled-ups alike. Dating yourself helps to fortify your love affair with yourself, ensuring that your personal love meter doesn’t falter which allows you to then graciously let love into your life and love others with…Read More
I’ve been working from the great northwest – namely San Francisco and Seattle – most of the past week. If you’ve ever lived in or visited these gorgeous cities, or any others notorious for rain such as Portland, Kauai or London, you can’t help but develop an appreciation for the cleansing power of a good…Read More