Someone once told me mental health is like a car. (Stay with me here.) Some cars need an occasional oil change, the cheapest gas and they will run, problem free, for decades. Others need a pit crew full of people…
According to market research, men rarely buy into self-help books. It is likely that mostly women have purchased our book so far (and we’re super excited they did!) but I want to make sure the dudes know that they may…
When Penn and I started writing this book two years ago, I pictured us tucked away in a log cabin, wearing cardigan sweaters, and typing away. We’d only stop to smile at each other and sip herbal tea. It was…
We share a lot of our lives online. It’s the shiny, happy, three minutes at a time sort of glimpses of our lives. It’s impossible to know the real us if you are only seeing us singing and dancing in…
Though vaccines are here and we may be headed “back to normal” quite soon, I am in no rush to fill up my social calendar. It’s been fun at times to connect with friends and not have to leave your…
Let’s talk about the “one year wall.” March marks one year since the pandemic really took off in the United States. Even if you haven’t lost someone to Covid or been sick yourself, your life has been affected. Our lives…
If you haven’t noticed, I love me some buffalo-flavored anything. When I’m not making buffalo cauliflower bites, I rely on these buffalo chicken meatballs as my go-to party appetizer spread. (Remember when we used to have parties and potlucks? Good…
Let’s just say it: Global pandemics suck.
Like most, we know people who have become seriously ill and have several close friends who have lost parents and grandparents. Even if you don’t have anyone in your circle who has been…
I’ve hit a wall. The emotional kind, and also a LITERAL WALL. We’re closing in on the one year anniversary of needing “two weeks to flatten the curve.” My soul is done. I have pandemic fatigue. I want vacations and…
For me, nutrition and exercise have very little to do with how I will look in a bathing suit. I’ve circled the sun enough times to know rock hard abs don’t equal happiness. (I know this because I spent my…