A letter to my lovelies living in the UK I’m bursting at the seams to share that our company is launching in the UK. Why am I jittery with that excitement||gratitude combination? I was born in Homerton Hospital. I grew up in Hackney. My Nan lives in Irby, Merseyside (outside Liverpool). So much of my life is caught between the two places – USA || UK. I love both of my countries, and I wish I could share all of myself in both places. Now, I get to. So many times I’ve met someone in Holland & Barrett, and warned them away from skinny teas. So many times I’ve met someone in the Hive on Vyner Street or Rawligion, and wished I could share this coaching opportunity. Maybe that lovely out from behind the register and into their SHEO panties? So many times I’ve met my family in ill heath, and wished I could send…

1 Mudslides are real. We had grand intentions for this country. After our journey in Punta Cana with our coaching team, we were to spend only a moment in Santo Domingo before heading to the white sandy beaches of the isolated Samaná Peninsula. We booked an Ecolodge with open air huts and farm-to-table food. Only a couple bus rides before we’d connect with our host there! A day before our departure to Santo Domingo, though, there were these incredible rains. So much so, that even our 5-Star resort lost power for a moment. The rain showed no signs of stopping. Suddenly our raw, yet stunning ecolodge looked like a rain-drenched, mosquito-infested, damp-heat nightmare. We canceled our reservation. Our disappointment was a blessing in disguise, because as soon as we arrived in Santo Domingo, we heard from a father-daughter duo who had just returned to the South from Samaná. They had…

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.…