back on the wagon…..

  before the ice cream blitz of 2013, initiated in maine, where a daily serving of homemade creamy love became as ritualistic as teeth-brushing, hunkiest and i were doing well on the nutrition wagon. we were eating 100% organic produce and turning our first world...

people are strange…

there’s a weird in the air. like the undeniable, artificial, white sugary scent of halloween candy, pitchforking all senses as i skulk up and down the aisles of my local, big-chained grocery store, white knuckling purchases of pepsi, cheetos, and other...
why the happy dance?

why the happy dance?

why am i writhing, supine, cackling like a baby, double bottle-fisted with his mama’s warm milk? that’s right kids. it’s here: light up those scented, sugar cookie candles and stow away the gardenia-heavy perfume; it’s time to find your fall....