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
Sensory Saturdays
I squint in the dark, hands groping for Phillip Lim's. can't find them—how? they're huge—so I make a grab for the mug of hot lemon water. Don't need perfect eyesight to drink. I squint again. It's sour, a good kinda sour. My eyes adjust (as do my taste buds.) One hour later I'm in d o w n w a r ... Read More
Sensory Saturdays
It's been a while since the last. . . . Phone vibrates. Brrrr, it goes, from somewhere beneath rumpled covers and sheets. Vibrations are d i s p e r s e d across the entirety of my bed. It's actually under my pillow. "Love is life!" is scrawled across my iPhone. I can't help but ... Read More