lemons to fizzy limonata

I was two weeks pregnant here during the last DIVINE FEMME weekend. I knew, but no one else…

This might seem off topic for me, since I would, never, ever ever claim to be any sort of chef.  Particularly because I tend to be a persnickety foodie and have a discerning palate that annoyed my mother throughout my childhood.   (What do you do when your 10 year old refuses to eat cold cuts?  Oh, mom, I’m so sorry, thank you for putting up with me…)

Most seriously, I’ve been interested in nutrition since about 16 and remember going to the Whole Foods in college thinking: I wish I could buy stock in this; this is the future.  Whole Foods wasn’t a public company then, nor did I have any money, but still, the interest had been birthed.  Oh, if only!

When he reaches for you, and you lean into him; that arching sensation of want. A defenselessness of…

It’s Valentine’s week. If your social media feed is anything like mine, you’ve been hearing a lot about capital “L” love. In particular, much leaning in toward Self Love, which is not only a prerequisite one would argue before True Love with another human, but also a more Universal angle, because regardless of whether you have another human with whom to canoodle this Friday, you most certainly have yourself. So, self love. A good thing to have, natch’.

Back up your data! Don’t sign any major contracts! I feel like the 2-3 times a year that…