Ground yourself…

I have so many fond memories of growing up in the Southeastern U.S., one of which was running around the neighbourhood barefoot in spring and summer. It was a badge of honour to have feet tough enough to withstand steamy, hot pavements or my folks’ long gravel...

Ah-chooooo!

I have a confession to make. I’m human. And sometimes I get sick. Crazy, right? What’s crazy is that I even feel the need to say it, but when a nutritionist gets sick, people sometimes wonder how that happens and sometimes may even question whether you practice...