• a work in progress

    the good, the bad, and the seemingly impossible

    There are some patterns that seem impossible to break. It’s as if no amount of meditation, no number of therapy sessions, and no level of self-awareness will put a wrench in my favorite (or rather, most loathed) thought processes. Now, for those of you who are psychology nerds like me, you’re probably thinking that I could benefit from Cognitive Behavioral Therapy to break these chains – and you’re right! I’m working on it, but wow it’s a slow process. For those who aren’t familiar with CBT but want to learn more, give it a Google since I’m not going to get into the foundations of this psychological approach. Now back…

  • a work in progress

    my life in (a bit more) color

    It started with a red table. I was online browsing outdoor furniture when this little wrought iron side table caught my eye. I surprised myself when I added it to my cart and was even more impressed when I actually purchased the thing. The color scheme in my home can be broadly summed up with one word: white. My floors, walls, sofas, kitchen cabinets…all white. My sheets, white. Countertops, tile work, bookshelf, you guessed it, white. Sure, the kitchen table is black, the den rug features a gray gradient, and there’s a smattering of natural wood and brown leather, but white is by far the predominant color. (Feel free to…

  • a work in progress,  [still]moving favorites

    food allergies x new orleans

    Usually, I can see the question coming. “Wait, you live in New Orleans and don’t eat gluten, dairy, or refined-sugar? How do you find anything to eat in this city?” The answer, honestly, is pretty boring. But this is the topic of my post, and a question that comes up a lot, so I’m going to spice it up the best I can. (Y’all, was the pun in that last sentence the best-worst or WHAT? The icing on the cake. I can’t be stopped. The world of food puns is irresistible!) First, locals don’t eat like tourists. At least not always. I don’t want to imagine how terribly I’d feel…