darlings it’s been too long. i’ve been remiss from my post. like a rampant co-ed, unleashed on myrtle beach; caution and bra to the wind, my feet dangling, shot-gun, outside the sunroof, as i pass my number to the cutest boy in town; laptops and passcodes...
friday-you’re my all-time favorite-to you m’loves! my heart + head are taking a victory lap around the happy track as i reflect on my week well-spent. i’ve earned each one of my evening bubble baths, and i have the scrapes, bruises and aching knee as...
just a litttle head’s up. i’m calling in sick lazy to work today. nothing itches my happy bone like a rainy, spring morning. the second i heard those thick, plump drops topple down onto the backyard gravel i dreamily smiled to myself knowing i would be...
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...
remember me? this has been the longest hiatus i’ve taken from writing… getting back into the swing of work has been a bit harder than i had anticipated. my body was not ready for the decathlon my anxiety-riddled brain craved, and BAM! my knee and hamstring...
it appears that my body, my doctor, and i, all have clashing opinions when it comes to the definition of “bed rest.” MY understanding of bed rest was that i just wasn’t allowed to teach. sometimes when i teach i can get a bit…unbounded?...
