I’m always joking that I’m working on myself so that I can have the perfect “trophy wife” body: the kind of body that men drool over and are happy to put on display as much as possible. It’s a joke. Not the part about wanting the perfect body. The part about it being a “trophy … More Trophy


I came to Starbucks this morning to write and clear my head, while enjoying my Venti Pike’s with half/half and two pumps of sugar free mocha syrup. I came to avoid the lethargy that seems to want to rule my body today; I almost feel the lazy seeping through my muscles. It’s impossible to really … More 1/19/19