when part and parceling for a baby girl, my parents bred for self-confidence, brains, and poise; instead they got sarcasm, table manners, and a rehab-level need to please. it wasn’t their fault, i came out of the womb making amends, ironically rolling my eyes at...
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...
in the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt. ~Margaret Atwood so if i haven’t said it before i’ll repeat it again: i LOVE springtime. it’s my favorite time of year. i’m such a sucker for renewal, rebirth,...