Carrie Saum

Stuffing things is the best. I mean it. Can you think of ONE THING that is stuffed that you hate?

I didn't have even an ounce of energy to spare to process my own feelings. Everything I had went to my son.

I have a thing for a certain Asian-inspired restaurant chain. Their food isn’t Michelin-starred, and doesn’t often make it into my regular rotation for eating out because, well, we don’t eat out much, and I like only a few things on their menu.

We had no turkey, no casserole dishes heaped sweet potatoes or creamy green beans, no pies made from scratch, no beautiful table settings or nice dishes to heap our non-existent feast upon.

This is by no means a comprehensive list of internalized toxic beliefs, but it’s a start. Keep fighting the good fight, friends.

If you are like me, you weren't raised to tune into your body, mind, or spirit. Tuning in was something you did to television, or something you made fun of when your weird Aunt Susan told you how to breathe into your third chakra to release your blocked Chi from three lifetimes ago.

My friends, food is getting fancier.

I've spent the last week in sunny California. I was there for a massive food expo. It was also Spring Break.

Am I the only one who gets pumped about using a crockpot during the colder months?

I understood in no uncertain terms because of purity culture that having sex outside of marriage was the worst thing I could do as a young woman.