Obsession of the Month: 
Cotton Candy Grapes

What's the worst date you've ever been on? Mine involved being taken to an Italian restaurant where my date proceeded to order lasagna and then act astounded that it was full of dairy products when it arrived to the table. He was lactose intolerant. I am too, buddy. But I'm also Italian. And I know that lasagna has lots of cheese in it. There's no way it would have worked between us. Don't worry, he also presented with a few more serious red flags, so I wasn't being too harsh

They say everyone's got a few skeletons in their closet. We've all got parts of our stories we'd rather not share with the world. But, you can either keep them hidden behind shame or bring them out into the light. If you ask me, bringing them out into the light is a hell of a lot more freeing. It's not easy though, to break down the walls we build around ourselves. We fear that by letting others in we'll be judged. That we'll face shame and embarrassment. That's why it can be

(Trigger warning: depression and suicide) It's been almost two years since I launched this site. Fueled by a passion to rediscover myself after leaving an unhealthy marriage, my heart was bursting at the seams with ideas, curiosities, and lessons learned. My primary focus was to propel myself towards completing the book I had started, but then, as life often does, things got chaotic. And little by little, daily responsibilities got in the way of pursuing the things that broug

Evie: "Patience is a virtue!" Rick: "Not right now, it isn't!" Bonus points if you instantly knew that that quote came from one of the most epic cinematic masterpieces of our time... THE MUMMY. This is a hill I'll die on. I'm ridiculous about it, I know. I'd like to say I'm more like Evie when it comes to patience, but... let's face it, I'm more like Rick sometimes. Ok, fine. A lot of the time. Especially right now. If you know me in real life you know that it only takes abou

I've always had a difficult time with big decisions, especially permanent ones. It can be challenging for me because my OCD leads me to overanalyze a lot of things and be so afraid of making the wrong choice that I end up freezing and choosing nothing. It's a bit of a character flaw of mine. It was a bit of a shock then when I decided that scary thing #4 would be a tattoo. Indecisiveness and tattoos generally don't mix. But then again, this whole list of 35 scary things was m

I'm genuinely concerned about the sanity of the first person to ever pick up an oyster, look at it, and think to themselves, "this gelatinous goop looks delicious". Let's be real, this person was not quite right. Yet thousands of years later, the humble oyster has become a delicacy. I'm not being dramatic when I say I'd rather walk on a bed of hot coals than eat another one of these things. Ok, maybe I'm being a little dramatic, but surely by now you've caught on to me. As a

While my heart may be part Brazilian, my hips are not. I’m not sure how the rhythm skipped over my DNA, but it did. It definitely did. When I was a fancy little preschool dancer, my signature move was what my family used to refer to as the "turkey leg", but in fact was probably more of a flamingo move. I would awkwardly hop around on one foot. I had a unique lack of coordination mixed with the gracefulness of a capybara. I was more of an interpretive dancer you could say. As