just cuz.

just cuz.

last night i totally blew my “detox.” i went downward dog deep into a jar of nutzo. {thank you raquel perry for the recommendation; i’l send you my shrink’s bill.} my new iphone doesn’t receive text messages or emails.  i’m turning...
fool for april

fool for april

april is my favorite month.  no other month gives me these goosebumps of renewal, fresh-starts, and that consuming yen for un-processed living. major spring detox is happening, and i am adoring the way i feel {more to come on that later.} i’m also mad for the...
not much has changed….

not much has changed….

34 years later and you’re still wearing those shoes; still putting them on the wrong feet even. you still insist on carrying a bag entirely too big for your person. and then moan and wail about your aching spine to whomever will listen. usually someone furry...
progress

progress

so even after last weekend’s debauchery with pizza dough and all things mozzarella i have been able to-turn the beat around-gloria estafan style, and pony up on clean eating again. although i’m sad to report, my celery-in-smoothie affection no longer holds...