Steph and her mini me Ev. If you've spent much time around here, you've likely encountered sweet Steph. And if you've received a treatment from her, lucky you. There's no forgetting it. If you're one of her loyal regulars, you're cursing me right now for spreading the word and making
"It's like this and like that and like this..."-Dr. Dre + Snoop. And also Jesus, quite often. As many wise teachers know, similes and metaphors are super useful in simplifying ideas. That is until they're not. And lately, the verbal pictures used to preach "self care" have left me wanting.
Mom sent the innocent text on January 28th. From the warm and safe distance of sunny Arizona, it popped up on my screen - "No blog since December?"I paused to breathe, and basically responded "WINTER." Because on January 28th, when it was some combination of zero degrees and dark and
Take me baaaaaack. Last month I took an Ashley Sabbatical and flew to L.A. for some sunshine and a two day Rob Bell workshop. It was just what I needed. And in true Ashley fashion, I managed to squeeze in a treatment and a few hours of bliss
I keep getting mail addressed to: Ashley Smith President Milagro And it makes me giggle every time, so I'm totally using it. Let me tell you a story, as we're approaching five years of Milagro (officially on September 3rd! I cannot even handle this.) We'd been open less than two
A few evenings ago, I pulled up to a stoplight and looked into the car on my left. There in the front passenger seat was a young woman. With a baby. On her lap. I was riding alone so I can't be sure, but I think I audibly gasped. I