If only there were an Easy Pass for life. Three weeks of eating so clean and I slipped. Maybe it was stress, maybe I was a pound under (oh, the things we tell ourselves), I'm not sure. In any case, I was vulnerable, I was emotional, and I had a one night stand with hydrogenated fats and carbs and ... Read More
Tearsheets
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Back to Black
Just in case the next person asks why my favorite color is black. Black is a chalkboard, versus the freshly gesso-d canvas we dream of. Both blank, but the former is erasable: mistakes are okay. They're meant to be made—but that doesn't mean they can't be fixed. Black is mysterious, black is ... Read More