when part and parceling for a baby girl, my parents bred for self-confidence, brains, and poise; instead they got sarcasm, table manners, and a rehab-level need to please. it wasn’t their fault, i came out of the womb making amends, ironically rolling my eyes at...
friday two-fists in the air to you m’loves! i sprung out of bed, landing toe-ball-heel, raring to dance the hippy-shake. who else is with me? this week marked me officially as a certifiable certifed dailey method instructor. i love my new home, my boss, my...
 in the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt. ~Margaret Atwood so if i haven’t said it before i’ll repeat it again: i LOVE springtime. it’s my favorite time of year. i’m such a sucker for renewal, rebirth,...
so last week the goddess {aka raquel perry, the fitness stalker, my girl crush,} sent me a text: i mean i was raised not to be rude. and since when am i to turn down a homemade, crispy-riced, i need two napkins please, confection? especially when they were...
friday whiskers on kittens to you m’loves! spring is almost here and my elation can’t be contained; there has been a projectile vomit of lily plant over the entire house. my favorite time of year triggers a merry-go-round in my heart and makes the...
