The smell of freshly baked bread is definitely in my top three favorite smells. When I lived in Spain, on my way to class I would pass this little old lady who sold freshly baked breads and pastries out of a shop the size of two phone booths squished together.
I entered 2015 completely unhappy. I hated my job, hated myself, was dealing with the resurgence of an eating disorder, was depressed and stressed, and things just seemed to be getting worse. But in early January, a cold and snowy day like the recent week, I sat down among a crowd of other
The holidays can be rough when you are the only vegan at mealtime. Most of the time there are not many food options, or you have to deal with lots of questions about being vegan. For me, I’ve been vegan for two years now, but for 25 years prior, I celebrated