My journey to wellness hit a bump. When I should have been rejoicing, I was terrified.
I’ve begun a journey toward wellness. It was time to break up with my inner fat girl.
It seems like we will never get out of this pandemic life, thanks to people who simply refuse to live in reality.
Cancer is about to shape the family narrative.
I’m just not a naturally enthusiastic exerciser.
My run in with poison ivy reminds me of what else is lurking out in the world. I respect life, and that’s why I’m staying home.
The chant I learned in middle school has found new purpose.
We all need to practice self-care during this bizarre time of life.
We can only control ourselves.
The simple act of grocery shopping has now become an anxiety riddled event.