Known as the wife of… remembered for everything after.
I saw one photo of a rescue dog from Turkey... and somehow already knew he belonged with us. Looking back, this wasn't the first time my gut completely ignored logic, and I'm starting to think my husband never really got a vote.
People always ask, “But what do you even eat?” As if carnivore means I’m chewing raw T-bones in a cave somewhere. (I wish. Sounds peaceful.) So let’s clear that up. Here’s what a regular day of eating looks like for me: Morning: Eggs and More Eggs I start my day with a cup of hot [...]
The Woman Behind the Jersey 