When things get hectic and therefore stressful, I forget to breathe. In. Out. I drown myself in a standard uniform of black head to toe because it's safe, unobtrusive. It's when I wear black for all the wrong reasons. Black is power in sleek and strength, not to be misused as a cloak to hide ... Read More
#FattieNotAFoodie: The Avocado Booty Call
"I'm a fattie, not a foodie." . . . I love food, so much so I secretly wish I was one of those sophisticated foodies who pick at their caviar and cheeses with the air of a seasoned—no pun intended—connoisseur. I see, I smell, and devour; apparently I have a Napoleon complex when it comes to ... Read More
Sensory Saturdays
The little things which I notice, make me smile, or make me feel compelled to write about. Or maybe it's an excuse to use alliteration. You'll never know. . . . Eye contact. Something so seemingly minute and inconsequential, but leaves an indelible impact. Too little contact says you're ... Read More