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.Ā i’m turning...
all three of these mantras are on my bucket list for the weekend. all weeklong i’ve been dreaming {literally while i sleep at night} of my beasts in various tumbles of goofy and highjink. i definitely foresee an upcoming competition of the tail-wag with these...
april is my favorite month.Ā 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...
bodies in motion indeed. yesterday i found myself, for the first time ever, watching a marathon {the l.a. marathon.} total accident too. i must confess the idea of watching people run is up there with the horrible sorority rumor where the older girls strip you down...
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...
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...
