So I have this chocolate shop…

Ten relevant pieces of information: 1) I am a chocolatier! 2) Or, I suppose, technically speaking, I am a chocolatière. There is just no way to say that in English that doesn’t sound ridiculous. A Lady Chocolate Maker? Oh my. 3) Though, since I do not know if I...

Friday Chicken #271: Roxy all the time

Where I cover the good and the hard in my week, visiting the non-preachy side of ritual and self-reflection. It is Friday and we are here. With the glorious (glorrrrrrrrrrrious!) return of the wham boom. What worked? Being Roxy. At Rally (rally!) this week, I decided...

It starts with an A…

I am thinking about a word and it starts with an A. Actually, I am thinking about many words that start with A. This is reminding me a bit of trying to figure out the real name of the Schmoppet, which might or might not begin with a C. Is it Alabaster? Nope. But that...

Gazelle state.

Shawn, who cares nothing at all for sports or athleticism in any form, and would probably prefer that it all just disappear in a whoosh of smoke, has noticed how very much I do care. As well as the way I am constantly descending to the red rug to breathe some yoga, or...
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