Rainbow Bowls: Simple, Colorful Meals That Nourish Body and Spirit
For a long time, I viewed “healthy eating” as a series of beige, uninspired plates—steamed chicken, brown rice, and maybe some limp broccoli. I used to think that
For a long time, I viewed “healthy eating” as a series of beige, uninspired plates—steamed chicken, brown rice, and maybe some limp broccoli. I used to think that
For a long time, I assumed that “natural” makeup was synonymous with “low-performance.” I used to think that if I wanted a foundation that stayed put or a
For a long time, I relegated sweet potatoes to a single holiday meal, usually smothered in marshmallows and brown sugar. I used to think of them as a
For a long time, I never questioned the bag of brown, shelf-stable nuggets I was pouring into my pet’s bowl every morning. I used to assume that because
Initially, when January arrived, I would fall into the trap of over-ambitious meal plans. I would spend hours on Sunday night trying to cook five different, complex recipes,
Growing up, I was the kid who always lost her shoes. Whether I was in the backyard or at the local park, I felt a magnetic pull to
In the past, I often found myself clutching a glass of plain club soda at holiday parties, feeling a little bit like an afterthought. I used to think
For a long time, I moved through my days without giving much thought to the natural rhythms shaping my body. I woke up in darkness to a sharp
For a long time, the week between Christmas and New Year’s felt like a battle against my own refrigerator. I used to find myself staring at half-empty jars
Initially, as I watched the mature women I admire most navigate the physical changes in their skin, I felt a deep desire to understand the process more clearly.