Wazzup, cyber children? The family and I just got back from spending Easter weekend in North Carolina where I literally ate my weight in biscuits…
I blame my recent obsession with braids on every bad-ass broad on Game of Thrones. From Arya Stark‘s epic braided buns to Sancerre Stark‘s loose…
When I slipped this little red number on the other night — the husband was all about it. Of course, I could be swathed in…
What’s up, party pee-pole? Okay, after a quick weekend getaway to Kamalame Cay in the Bahamas, it feels as though my whacked-out hormones/disposition/temperament have stabilized…
**DISCLAIMER: For those of you vehemently allergic to mushy public displays of affection…browse elsewhere STAT as this post may induce vomit and other gross bodily…
Freaks! Sorry I’ve been MIA, but my freelance writing biz have taken on behemothic proportions (hey, I ain’t complaining — more Choo money for me!).…
Now that I am one year closer toward wearing velcro shoes (I turned 39 last Tuesday), I’ve spent more time than usual obsessing over my…
