talk of a summer holiday has been bubbling up more and more at our dinner table of gluten-free and grass-fed. i’m drawn to lands shopping mall-repellent, where starbucks doesn’t punctuates every corner and alley, and whole foods actually means food from...
they’re here! they’re here! the berries are here! every summer, when our blackberries make their annual bloom, our old, beat-up, seen too many days in the sun, backyard-wall gets a vibrant coat of green, purple, and pink. no paltry, orange county-starved...
on wednesday i was called out on instagram, by the beautiful cassie, to expose the inside of my soul gym bag. my first reaction to this public summons was to politely pretend i hadn’t seen the request, to suddenly have a convenient “social media”...
i’ll try to use words. there are the obvious ones: grateful, beholden, indebted, disbelieving, bed-wetting; but they all seem flat and empty compared to the marching band of thankful drumming around in my belly as i try to sit still. wednesday afternoon, in a...
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...
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...
