love and magic kitchen…conjuring the intuitive cook in you
conjuring the intuitive cook in you
This is what I know for sure (Ahem…cue my inner Oprah): Hot yoga is not loyal to my twist out. Not. At. All. Stepped into that class and that heat, honeyyyyy, it triiiiiiiiiiiied all of my black.girl.magic. Stepped out of that class and my hair was less like Cheetos and more like Cheese Puffs. And … Continue reading Hot Yoga…and a Mexican Hot Chocolate Tart
A true sister-friend showed up at my door for a walk when I was deeply depressed, and while she, too, was going through her own shitastic, momentary life walk. Side note: shitastic is my favorite made-up word. Of all time. Feel free to use it. Some un-asked-for advice for all those reading this: Stop giving the … Continue reading Sister-friends, Winter Walks …and Hot Toddies
