Cake for Breakfast | On Taking the Day You Want
Cake for breakfast. Last night's Black Forest, eaten this morning before anyone else is up. Yesterday contained a thousand lives—and I'm still eating it up.
Cake for breakfast. Last night's Black Forest, eaten this morning before anyone else is up. Yesterday contained a thousand lives—and I'm still eating it up.
She collapses over the wheel, crying—there's no why. Home again, hands under the tap, a memory of her grandma rises. Then a text: bring chocolate. And she's out the door.
Refresh your skin, sweetly, with this natural beauty practice.
A feel-good tour of Upstate New York's Livingston Manor. Where to stay, eat, shop, drink, and move—all with gorgeous energy.
She goes looking for greens, finds none. Back home, with the heat wilting her flowers, she notices what's still holding on—cuts it, culls it, and rearranges it into three small bouquets before her friends arrive tomorrow.