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Two words: Breakfast. Salad.

Two words: Breakfast. Salad.

They always said breakfast was the most important meal of the day if you want to be healthy. Then they always sat me down to a plate of food that totally wasn’t—cheese-stuffed omelets, grease-stuffed meats, butter-soaked toast, and a pile of fried potatoes the size of a Mini Cooper. You could rock that plate for sure. But I don’t think you’d win any wellness awards. A lifetime of smoothies, steel-cut oats, yogurt bowls, and fruit plates later, I’m still looking for the better breakfast, and I think I finally found it. Two words: Breakfast salad. It’s a counterintuitive contradiction in...

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Kohana Coffee
Two words: Breakfast. Salad.

Two words: Breakfast. Salad.

They always said breakfast was the most important meal of the day if you want to be healthy. Then they always sat me down to a plate of food that totally wasn’t—cheese-stuffed omelets, grease-stuffed meats, butter-soaked toast, and a pile of fried potatoes the size of a Mini Cooper. You could rock that plate for sure. But I don’t think you’d win any wellness awards. A lifetime of smoothies, steel-cut oats, yogurt bowls, and fruit plates later, I’m still looking for the better breakfast, and I think I finally found it. Two words: Breakfast salad. It’s a counterintuitive contradiction in...

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Thank Goodness I’m Failing

Thank Goodness I’m Failing

I’ve been focusing on my writing. I have it in my head to see if there’s maybe a novel in there somewhere, so my laptop and I have become one as we wait to see if anything worth anything comes out. So far that’s mostly meant staring at a blank page. Except for those moments where I’m deleting the horrible few and far between paragraphs I actually manage to write. It’s pretty frustrating. I’m blazing a trail straight to failure as fast as I can. But I think that’s the trick. Last week I found a book called Art &...

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A Shore Thing

A Shore Thing

So it’s May and Memorial Day is on the way and already the beach talk has started. Which is great except for the beach part because I’m not a huge beach person. I love the friends and the food, the swimming and the Frisbees, but the sand makes me crazy, the wind is worse, and that freakin’ sun is a killer. And that’s about 75% of what’s waiting on the other side of those dunes. I am always officially on the fence about the beach trips my peeps plan. Or at least I used to be before I found my...

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