Forget PSL. Have a PSB!

PSL. Pumpkin Spice Latté. PSB. Pumpkin Spice Bowl. I have no issues, sister. I have no qualms. Your treat is your treat. But that treat is a bit treatier that this treat. If the PSL and the PSB were in the “Eat This, Not That” book, you know which treat would be where. On some earth-shaking, soul-seeking  level, we as humankind tap into our paleo cousins of the past eat for the season. You know I’m right! We want that warming veggie stew in the winter and that crisp watermelon in the summer. Lean into it, lovely! #aunaturale The food industry, however, has taken that innate, earthly desire and transfigured it with marketing tactics. It’s taken the pumpkin, the delightful pudgy member of the squash family with it’s soothing orange color akin to the leaves of the season, and processed it into a flavoring that’s dusted, sprinkled, and glazed on, well, everything. #pumpkinspiceeverything…

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My Ultimate Reset Journey + Why You Should Start One of Your Own

Y’all. I did it. I finished. A 21-day Wellness Cleanse to reset my insides. Phew. Every 21 day challenge I do simultaneously feels like an eternity and a blip. When I began a true lifestyle reset in February of 2015, I was quite simply sick and tired of being sick and tired. My new friend Kris Carr explains it best. At some point in our lives, every one of us dazzling human beings clomping around in heels gets an important call from the “This Is Your Chance” hotline. The call comes in one of three ways. Life hits a 911 tipping point and suddenly you’re up agains the ropes of mortality, begging for one more shot. You realize that the only way to get out of the rubble is to rebuild a more sustainable you. A divine disco light ignites the spare and your third eye explodes with love for yourself. In that instant your inner…

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Being an IBS Warrior

I don’t remember NOT having pooping problems. I don’t remember NOT having pooping problems tied to mental struggles.   CHILDHOOD I do remember my dad reading stories to me as I sat patiently on the toilet waiting for it to happen for the first time in a week. He read right on through the collection of Disney stories. Cinderella. The Jungle Book. Beauty and the Beast. I sat through them all, waiting to poop, and it wouldn’t happen. Not even a plop. 🙂 It didn’t stop as my teen years started. I still had pooping issues through all of the big events, those life-changing experiences, and — omg, especially in public! During my junior year, the band went to New York City. Moments like crying over the beauty of the music of Lion King on Broadway to standing hand-in-hand with my high school sweetheart were veiled in the consistent worry in the…

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A Letter to Myself as a First Year.

Dear First-Year Ms. Jonte, Buckle up. Here’s how this is going to go. You’re going to FALL in LOVE with your kids. You’re going to love every ounce of them as soon as you see their names on a class list. They’re going to be hilarious, rambunctious, energetic, and joyful all rolled into one. They’ll cheer you up on your lousiest day. They’ll make you laugh more than you ever have before. They’ll also drive you crazy, but I promise you’ll laugh at it when you pull into the driveway at the end of the day. But not everyday is going to be sunshine and rainbows. You understand the level of hard work that this takes. You’ve been warned about THAT by, well, society. But, there’s also going to be tragedy in mini and major forms. Know that you’ll handle those situations with as much grace and love as you…

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How did I adopt Juniper?

Juniper. Olive. June 2014 The search for a dog had begun to feel like shopping, which I hated. This is a living, breathing LIFE here. I knew I was capable of being a great dog mom and I had the means to be one, so why would I NOT adopt? I was still consumed with fears though… What if it doesn’t work out? What if dog doesn’t like me? What if dog can’t handle my long hours? What if I can’t handle the guilt of leaving dog in crate for those long hours? What if dog isn’t trained? Is now the right time? And on and on and on. Even so I knew all the dogs in all the Detroit rescues on all the websites from Alfie to Zeke. I knew my search criteria – male, pitbull, adult, medium, gets along with other dogs. I knew that none of them were right.…

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