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...
 no gloomy june for this katie-girl. my morning’s coffee is extra black, and for once, i have clean hair. life is grand. yesterday, june greeted us with open-wide, sunshine’y arms, and a periwinkle-blue sky to match.  sunday’s weather was so...
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...
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...
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...
here in southern california when we have weekends as beautiful as we just had, it’s funny how, for two days, we seem to forget about taxes, jobs, and healthcare. instead we bask, like jaundiced, carefree seal pups, vying for space under blue skies and...
