Intention. This word has been whirling and swirling in my head for the past few weeks. Probably because I just stepped into yet another entrepreneurial endeavor… driven by passion, yes. But also, intention. I began my Chocolate for Breakfast adventure with the intention of building a community of chocolate lovers who shared similar viewpoints on
I began this post as a newsletter. As a list. I typed. And I typed. And I typed. For me, composing a newsletter is an all day affair. There’s the formatting.And the photos.And the links. There’s the, “Hmmmmmmmmm, how will this look in another browser?” And don’t forget the recipe. Everyone loves the recipe! And
Do you ever feel like all you want to do is stay home, eat chocolate and crawl into your woman cave? That was me this past week. I hit a wall. It felt like steel. Cold. Hard. Blue. I’m a force in the world. A happy, resourceful, tenacious, spirit-rich woman. I don’t hit walls. I
Money Who hasn’t struggled with money—finding it, keeping it, saving it 

 sweeping it under the carpet My husband experiences buyer’s remorse when he goes through a tollbooth. I, on the other, hand think nothing of dropping $89 on a designer stash of chocolate from France
hand painted with vegetable dyes 
too pretty to eat
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We walk into the front lobby and we feel comforted by the giant birdcage, the pleasant arrangement of magazines that adorn the contemporary stone table between two warm and cozy chairs. We don’t notice that the magazines are old copies of Runner’s World. It’s been a very long time since any of the residents here
Casual Stroll? Not Me. . . I took a walk in the park yesterday. It was very different from the kind of walk I used to take. There was a time in my life when a “stroll” through a park would have seemed like a lost opportunity. I could have been burning calories or getting
No more java? It’s been a long time since I gave up my morning dose of caffeine in a cup but I do remember the experience. Vividly. It was like a week-long hangover—dull aching headache, a when-will-I-wake-up-and-smell-the-roses again feel as I viewed my surroundings through the low-lying fog in my brain. I was traveling with
Over-the-Moon About MOMs I’m over-the-moon excited about a new market that’s opening up in town: MOMs Organic Market. True confession: I’m a grocery store zealot. Not just any grocery store. I haven’t shopped in a large chain supermarket in many years. Can’t stand the lighting and my body can no longer tolerate genetically modified, chemical-laden
I have this thing going on with my hair. And it’s all tied up in a tangle. Not the hair. The thoughts that take up residence in my head every time I look in the mirror or place myself in the hands of a hair stylist.. You see, I’m a holistic health counselor. A culinary
A few weeks ago, I shared a post I had seen on facebook. The post read: We need to teach our daughters the difference between a man who flatters her and a man who compliments her, a man who spends money on her and a man who invests in her, a man who views her
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