I may have an obsession with fall. No, it’s not the pull of sugary sweet Pumpkin Spiced Lattes from Starbucks that lull me in on September first. It’s that magical orange light I can see blazing through the Black Oak trees in our national forest each morning starting in mid-September. I have to strap on …
Let’s face it; The past two years of Covid-19 bullshit has not helped anyone’s waistline. How the hell can I even hope to still fit in my favorite sustainable fashion thrift store finds as 2022 chugs along? In my case, it was made even worse by the Covid rash from hell that required me to …