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Immediately after he broke ties with me, Jacques deleted me from his Bumble account, so I childishly deleted our string of texts on my phone with a heavy heart. Gone was the lobster photo, the warm face, the texts I loved to read and reread. Continue reading
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People, I’m taking us back into some deep TMI territory. I can’t help myself. There’s a story I feel like telling, and it’s kind of a long one, so settle in. It will take a series of posts to get it all out. Continue reading
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When I say I’m obsessed with fitness, what I mean is that, if I didn’t have a business to run, you might find me working out all day. I’m addicted to endorphins, and I take satisfaction in feeling physically worn at the end of the day from testing the limits of my body. Continue reading
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You may have heard me talk about wanting to do a road trip across the country after I publish my next book. My idea is that I will take my memoir, Divine Renovations, several works by clients, and the new work of fiction, Unleashing the Sun with me cross country. I’ll stop to do readings at Spoken Word and other like-minded events. And sell books, of course. Continue reading
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I am still doing headstands and feeling stronger each day in this year of strength. Continue reading
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This fall, I developed plantar fasciitis, and my feet were killing me. Every step I took hurt. My whole body hurt, really. I felt old and sore and out of shape. Continue reading