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. 643 more words
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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
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