I’m always told to ” just leave it alone”, but I just can’t.Read More Our Hair, Ourselves. Why Mine Had to Go.
I’ve been at war with you for a long time. But I was so, so wrong. I owe you a public apology. It’s time to bury the hatchet.Read More My Thighs: A Love Letter
Tiger Blood is the stage where you have reached the apex of the detox, and things are starting to get easier. The cravings subside somewhat. The end is in sight. Your senses are heightened. Your libido shoots through the roof. You begin to meditate daily, tell your boss you want a raise, and call your grandmother weekly. Things are finally falling into place.Read More Whole30: Complete!
The pizza is possibly the best I’ve ever had in my life. Ridiculously huge slices of thin crust, smothered with cheese melted to perfection and topped with crispy pepperonis.Read More Whole30: Day 20
I haven’t written in months. I could make a million excuses as to why, and by many measures I have had pretty good reasons: Physical therapy, multiple jobs, traveling for weddings, visiting with family I haven’t seen in over two years, training, trying to eat and sleep for performance. But I’d be feeding you bullshit.Read More Priority = Action
I’m mad. And I’m on heavy painkillers.Read More Delayed, Drugged-Out, Outrage
If you are a mother, I have a favor to ask of you this Mother’s Day weekend.Read More An Open Letter to Moms