i can officially eat crow. my faithful readers, i apologize for the whiny drivel i’ve subjected you to over the passed year. crow pose is no longer my bête noire. now, not so fast with the “congratulations” and the “i knew you could do...
of late i’ve been missing my vital, 8 essential hours of  beauty  public decency sleep. last night was a skant 4 hours of what felt like a mere genuflect into the cold sheets. my face has a mpaa rating of F. rather than spackling and cloaking the deep ravines...
three years gale-force into our marital sweet, and hunkiest still rocks the robin in my treehouse. but sometimes, i swear i need rosetta stone to understand the words that come out of his mouth. smooch it out wednesday m’loves! Similar posts:first...
it’s that time of year! my favorite time of year. time to get the body back in its natural flow, time to get the muck and the mire out, and the green and goodness in. it’s time to ritual cleanse. delivered directly to your doorstep, ritual cleanse is a...
