The Whole Fam Damily (Part Two)
(Continued from yesterday's post) As Jay’s meal prep reached completion, he became ever more irritable. Every slide of the patio door echoed angrily through the townhome and puffs of charcoal stench wafted in. The grill was smoking—literally. “Damn it!” Jay roared. “Do you need help?” my mother cooed from the couch. Jay

The Whole Fam Damily (Part One)
If your relatives are anything like mine, holiday get-togethers are ripe for writing material. Up until last year (when I roasted my very first and very perfect turkey, thankyouverymuch), I thought we were culinarily cursed by my grandfather, who is rumored to have hurtled a bird at the wall because it was too dry.

Not Another Pumpkin Pie!
Dearest Readers: I have been on deadline (hence no new blog posts), but a girl's gotta eat! I've posted new recipes, including pumpkin pie alternatives like Pumpkin Flan and Skinny Mini Mousse. Please click on over to my "Recipes" and get your fill, photographically or otherwise! New post tomorrow!

For the Love of Running
They say you never forget your first love. Mine was running, a passion I discovered on accident at Family Camp around age seven. On a whim, I’d entered a two-mile fun run—-and won! My tumultuous affair with running had begun. For two decades, I was faithful to my sport. In the beginning,

Me, My Date, and ED (Part Two)
(Continued from yesterday's post) Soon the men I was seeing saw through me and uncovered my anorexia (a.k.a. Ana). “I’ve noticed some things,” my new flame said over coffee one morning. “And they kind of freaked me out.” I mentally retraced our last date in search of Freudian slips, bats in