May arrived in a whirlwind and left having given everything. Graduations and ceremonies, florals and champagne, busy mornings and very full evenings. Ten things I don't want to forget.

Thirty-six Edits in and I'm just now introducing myself. Fashionably late—but then again, I'm a woman who considers five minutes early to be running late. And somehow, this feels exactly on time. This is where Life, Edited began.

Four days in Charleston with my daughter—wandering through antique stores, chasing unexpected flowers, and sharing meals that will live in memory for a long time. This is what I came for.

Life has been a lot lately—the beautiful, overwhelming, blink-and-you'll-miss-it kind of a lot. So before March gets away from me entirely, I'm doing what any reasonable person does when the calendar is full and the heart is fuller: I'm making a list.

Note to self: late January is a reminder that the in-between isn’t a waiting room—it’s where life is being edited