i say it, because i believe it…

this week in class i’ve hit obnoxious levels with my whole “feel more, think less” crusade. the little, itty, minute details of my day, so bitty a magnifying glass will overlook them; those have been my mount st. helens of late. my world is getting...

this hurts my soul….

sometimes i end up popping a vein or just going radio silent for a few days, but i try my best to keep this a negative-lite zone; operative word “try.” i don’t always succeed. especially when lauren santo domingo, co-founder of the online fashion...

PRO-greens!!

so sunday, last, i found myself in a predicament not foreign to me: the one where i commit to a major event without scouring the fine print, combing through the details, or in sunday’s case reading my {insert expletive of choice} email. thinking i had agreed to...

i wonder….

tuesday morning’s daily good, which now that i’m at the ripe, crepey-eyed age of 37, i read first thing, second to my horoscope, which yesterday cautioned me to stop “resisting my own expansion;” advice i will heed the next time i’m...