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...
so here she is, i know you’ve been waiting for this one. ever since my gorgeous and divine friend, raquel perry aka the fitness stalker, appeared in my girl crush series, i’ve had many people refer to that “amazing,” “beautiful,”...
happy friday indeed! last week i wrote that sweet, simple love notes from friends, even when they are on post-its, make me silly happy. my beloved janet took my words to heart, and her words of wisdom have brightened my week every time i’m at my bathroom sink....
 before the ice cream blitz of 2013, initiated in maine, where a daily serving of homemade creamy love became as ritualistic as teeth-brushing, hunkiest and i were doing well on the nutrition wagon. we were eating 100% organic produce and turning our first world...
just when i think i’m out….THEY. PULL.ME.BACK.IN. spring training was going so well, and then came my birthday. homemade macaroons! a dozen cupcakes! not just one…A dozen. brownies, homemade vanilla frosting, boxes of candy, the gifts of confection...
come june i’m drifting asleep with the sun still shining. {early mornings make for early bedtimes.} last night the ceiling fan whirled me a whacked world of crazy sleep: black hawk helicopters, strawberry-lime jello cups!?, bikes with broken pedals, the...