The one where I explain my least favorite 4-letter word and why it’s dangerous.
A sort of love letter to pain — my gratitude to learning strength, grace, and humility.
Getting real around here to talk about mental health and coronavirus anxiety.
The one where I talk about the AIP “diet” and ask for your advice, experience, and tips and tricks on transitioning into this lifestyle.
That time I was sick for 4 months straight before a worldwide pandemic.
Throughout the years of being diagnosed with numerous autoimmune/chronic diseases, I’ve learned that it can be a complete mind-fuck. Sorry for the bluntness, but it’s really the only way to describe it. What you think is good news is bad news; what should be… Continue Reading “When Bad News Is Good News”
I’m no spring chicken. The same arthritis that ate up my left hip that finally got replaced hasn’t stopped there… And touring is a lot of work. I’m impressed when I see people like Eric Clapton out there. Gee whiz, Eric, give me a… Continue Reading “No Spring Chicken”
I have talked a lot about this in the past. When you have chronic illnesses, the difference between visible and invisible illnesses becomes a large part of your interactions with the world around you. It’s a conundrum because you want people to understand what you’re going through, yet you also don’t want it to be the first thing people notice about you.