Who Knew

Meet Miss Magnolia Jane Criswell. I know, its a mouthful, right?  I just read this  article and it moved me so (to tears actually) that I immediately wanted to take time to chronicle the story of my little girls.  Since the article was about dogs, I thought I'd start with mine. Several weeks after the April 27 tornado when I lived in Tuscaloosa my friend Kristen and I decided to take a weekend getaway to the beach. We needed a break from the broken reality we were experiencing-- our town was destroyed, all radio stations were in emergency broadcast mode and everything was a story of destruction, usually with a side of an uplifting emotional journey. (Picture- Maggy several days after I rescued her, May 2011) And we needed out. On our way back to Tuscaloosa after a weekend in the Florida Panhandle with fictional identities (totally not lying- we made stories of who we were so we wouldn't have to talk about what we'd run away from for just 1 weekend), we were crui...

Sometimes music says things more perfectly than I can.

This weekend I was bad and cheated twice. On Friday, I got a piece of cheesecake, a kind I'd never had before from the Cheesecake Factory- toasted s'mores. I have a sweet tooth, but holy smokes that was RICH! And then yesterday my sister and I had pizza as part of our family's Groundhog Day celebration. I ate 3 pieces of Pizza Hut pan style pizza, with jalapeño and pineapple. And none of it was worth it.  The pizza made me wake up puffy faced like I'd been crying all night. I felt so ill that I couldn't make it to the grocery store or to the gym like I had planned. The cheesecake put in me considerable discomfort. It may have tasted good, but it felt miserable. I've really been trying to be a clean (if nothing else, cleaner) eater. I've been juicing in the mornings (I'm still working on figuring out combinations, but feel like I have some good ones up my sleeve). Lots of soups and salads. I've been cooking more at home too, making quinoa pizza ...