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I Forgot My Mantra: Ramblings of a liberal elitist, seeker, writer, yogi & momma. Get on my bus and enjoy my ride as I write about this mysterious, hysterical and kind-of deep life I live in.
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Style, Travel, Travelogue / 04.05.2017

Every May for several years, my lover who later became my husband, and I traveled to Thailand for a heat-seeking tropical vacation in Phuket. We stayed at a small boutique hotel called The Chedi.  Every morning we relished eating fresh mangos, coconuts and drinking Thai iced coffee laced with cardamom. For lunch we walked to Surin Beach for shrimp Pad Thai cooked in beach shacks typically operated by two family members. These little huts miraculously served 5-6 page menus filled with fresh local recipes and ingredients. I still wonder...

Opinion / 05.04.2017

“I cried because I don’t even know what it feels like to be taken seriously — not fully, not in that whole, unequivocal, confident way that’s native to handshakes between men.” ~ Lindy West Bring Back Normal: A Political Post Note:  I don’t consider myself a political writer but this is a political post. I know little about politics compared to some. I don’t have the latest raw data on the economy, stock market, and unemployment rates. But really, this post isn’t about tangential governments facts and figures, but rather...

Astrology, Inspiration, Motivation, Recipes / 28.03.2017

"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom" -- Anais Nin    Begin Again: The Spring Equinox & Kim Snyder's Glowing Green Smoothie I’ve been yearning for spring since the last leaves fell from the scrub oak trees outside my bedroom window. Each fall I notice Utah’s native scrub oaks seem to want to hold on to their leaves longer than the aspens and maples. On the flip side, scrub oaks are one of the latest...

Sotelties: A catalogue of items that touch my senses and make my heart skip a beat