Every fall, I feel it in my bones: the shift. The mornings turn crisp, the market tables swap peaches for squash, and my body quietly asks for soups instead of salads. It isn’t willpower or food rules — it’s rhythm. For years, I thought “seasonal eating” meant memorizing lists or sticking to rigid diets. But…
When I was first married, libido wasn’t something I had to think about. I was the one chasing energy, projects—even intimacy. (Confession: I was the horn ball, sometimes waking my husband out of a dead sleep. He kept up just fine.) Fast forward 16 years, four kids, autoimmune flares, parasites, and perimenopause later—and let’s just…
For years I thought I was great at hydration. I carried my big water bottle everywhere, refilling that baby like I was winning at adulting — and then spent half my day running to the bathroom. Meanwhile, my skin looked dull and at some times sallow, my energy crashed mid-afternoon, and I was living in…