I wish that I had started vegetable gardening as a child. I would definitely know a lot more than I do now, having gotten several rookie mistakes out of the way by the time that I hit adolescence. 644 more words
6 days, 20 hours
In my last post, Yoga, Sars and Something Like Crack, I explained how I’ve accepted my diagnosis as a yogaholic.
But while developing this pleasant illness, I nearly became a brainless shopaholic. 618 more words
1 month, 1 week