Simplicious hits bookstores today. No drum rolls please. I’m just pleased as punch that it’s here. It was two years of work. It’s 306 recipes.
I get sad often. Have done since I was a kid. It can just creep up and over me, take me by the throat and
Really, this week it’s just a plug for bits and pieces of goodness I’ve come across in the past week. You know, little inventions and
Lily’s just come out saying she can’t see the point of life and that she worries about her life not having substance. And she’s decamped
I’ve been fretting a little lately about whether I’m being authentic. I’ve been catching myself saying things to impress and to create a certain image