Freedom

From the start, I was labeled because of my weight. The chubby girl who was teased by classmates was put on her Read More

Picture it …the 1985 and highly impressionable version of me in my sweetly naive ‘I’ve got life by the tail’ repose. Vital Read More

Nowhere in my human contract does it state I need to be perfect.  What does that even mean anyway? Those familiar with my story Read More

Picture it: New York City, March of 2000. There I am in the Hearst Building, otherwise known as the beehive of American Read More

Food doesn’t solve a thing…its escapism and comfort-call are but illusions. However…   I flipped off the news 40 minutes ago, adhered Read More