I avoid dairy and meat like the plague.  I’ve done my own research. I’ve noticed how I feel physically after many months have passed without those foods.  One thing I have not done, however, is judge anyone who still does eat cow’s milk or a hamburger.  

People do exist, though, that secretly judge me simply for my eating habits.  I feel it.  I don’t need an actual verbal critique.  Could it be because there ARE those “vegans” who do it with a vengeance?  Sure. 

 I simply eat to make myself and my family feel the best we can.  If that’s a crime, I’ll be a criminal.  It’s not as hard as it seems either.  We can make most menus work to our favor.  It’s all about knowledge folks.  Know what’s going into your body.  Speak up.  You can formulate a meal with a little bit of this or that.  Or without a certain ingredient.  I’m almost a pro at scouting a menu and dissecting it.  It can be exhausting, but it’s worth it.  

BUT I am super thankful for a visit to a store with options or a vegan restaurant where ZERO thought is needed!  
Do what’s best for you and your family.  Period.  Happy Tuesday folks!  

✌🏼💜 Sarita 


Irritable.  Cranky.  Ill tempered.  Old?

We often hear “crotchety old man or woman.”  Is that the destiny for ALL PEOPLE?  I see it all the time and it is one of my lifetime goals not to ever get that way.  Are they bored?  Is it engrained in the brain?  Are they going with the crowd?

Gossip and negativity and boredom and judgmental behavior can spread like wildfire.  However, the fire can stop with you.  Be the fire extinguisher.  Be the water.  Be something!  We all have bad days, but it’s only a day.  It’s not your life.  Wake up and smile and send out positive vibrations.

Pick up a new hobby.  Find your tribe.  Try a new food.  Try a new workout.  Do yoga.  Dance.  Take a walk in the sunshine.  Volunteer your time.  Smile at a stranger.  Step away from the crowd when something isn’t making you 1000% your best self.  It’s never too late…or too early.  

What is your tool to fight crotchetiness?

Whoopi Goldberg.  I peeped her on Harry Connick, Jr.’s talkshow briefly the other day talking about women.  She was talking about pms and cramps and it made me finish watching the segment.  She was talking about a product that I believe she has created to alleviate cramps…an all-natural topical cream or ointment of some kind.  Harry then asks “Well, can you describe the pain to me?”  She grins and the audience howls.  Picture your balls being pulled to the ground…Then stomped on…AND THEN rolled up into a rolling pin…she says.  He is speechless.

The days of my cramps being exactly like that are far gone, but the other symptoms are still there and it’s just dawned on me that I have more than PMS.  I believe I have PMDD.  I have thoughts of death.  I’m anxious, depressed, sad, angry.  Not fun!

Watching Whoopi gave a face to my feelings.  Women’s health is SO SO SO misunderstood.  Brushed off.  Looked at as dramatic.  Both by men and by women who have never experienced any of these things.  I have met these women and I am often jealous that they don’t have to deal with this.

So on today, INTERnational Women’s Day, I feel appreciated and I send my appreciation and love to ALL women on this planet Earth.  Be you.  All day.  Every day.  Your truth is a beacon of hope for other women.  Even if we all end up in the “period tent.”  I’m down!


SP 🙂

Kripalu.  Rest and Relaxation.  That is how I spent my 34th birthday this year.  It has turned out to be one of my best decisions this year.  

I arrived on a Friday around noon.  I checked in and found out my parking spot was good for the entire weekend.  It was pretty close to the entrance so I was stoked.  I could start my weekend without having to find another spot.  The smiles and genuity that I encountered was amazing from the start.  A feeling of community is one of the most profound feelings one can have.  

Community signifies understanding.  It signifies a no judgement zone.  It signifies thoughts and ideas that are cohesive.  For me, it signifies peace and a feeling of relief.  

Kripalu is a non-profit place of wellness.  They have workshops, yoga, meditation, beautiful grounds, nourishing food.  They provide a place for people to re-align themselves with what their lives need.  I, for one, needed the re-focus badly. 

I went in with lots of anger and a lack of patience.  Anger for many reasons and lack of patience because I have so much to do, so little time, and so little help.  Have you read my article about a tribe?  I left feeling hella peaceful and calm.  

It has motivated me to start yoga teacher training.  I have been consistently practicing and doing yoga challenges on Instagram.  Along with reading “A New Earth” by Eckhart Tolle, I have felt like my life is aligning to who “I am.”  

Live life with acceptance, enjoyment, and enthusiasm, and you will better yourself and the world.  

Namaste.  Cheers. Love.  🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 

I need help.  I’d love to form a local group among stay-at-home moms to barter our services.  You come hang with my kid and I get stuff done.  I go hang with your kid and you get stuff done.

I feel like my brain is constantly thinking of the million and one things I have to do.  Then I just reheat my coffee, sit down, and eat my hours old toast.  This mom gig is no joke!  I just posted about needing a tribe and now I’m executing a plan (hopefully.). Please share this post with whomever you’d think would be interested.  I thank you.  Phoenix thanks you.  Gabe thanks you.  We need a sane mama over here.

Cheers! 🍻🍻

I’ve been MIA because I’ve been raising a baby, relatively alone.  Besides the help of my wonderful partner, it’s just her and I.  All. The. Time.

I feel crazy at times.  Like running away.  Like this is the last thing I want to do.  That’s why a TRIBE IS NEEDED TO RAISE KIDS.

Today, for example, we are both sick.  Her father has to work and we are home.  Miserable together.  I dream of a mom or some kind of someone to be available at times like these to help out.  In today’s society, that help almost always requires monetary compensation.  I once asked a family friend to watch her for one day for four hours.  I was asked if I was going to pay her.  Sigh.  Where are the days that people bartered time to help each other out?

I, more often than not, dream of living on an island with coffee, avocados, and like-minded friends, who help with baby-raising and home-schooling.  I often question why I don’t just settle for society’s standards like most people do.  I don’t want my daughter to do so either.

I am so blessed to have like-minded friends and often wish we could all be in the same place.  I’ve always felt misunderstood by the people who surround me.  I’ve always been one to speak about my feelings, thinking it’ll change outcomes.  When it doesn’t, I get discouraged.  What’s the point?

I often wonder how things are going to pan out as my daughter gets older.  I often find more companionship in strangers who I meet along my journey.  I’d love to hear from other moms and dads without tribes…

“I’m in love with people I’ve never met and places I’ve never been.”




4 cups water

6 cups broth, chicken or vegetable

5 long green beans, diced

3 celery sticks, diced

3 parsley stalks, whole

6 cherry tomatoes, diced and seeds taken out

1 lb chicken, breast or tenders, chopped

1 clove garlic, diced

1 cup quinoa

4 potatoes, cut into eighths (I used red with skin on)

handful frozen peas

salt to taste


  1. In a medium/large pot, mix water with green beans, parsley, garlic, chicken, celery, and tomatoes.  Bring it to a boil.
  2. Add broth and quinoa, and bring to a boil again.  Reduce heat and simmer for about 40 minutes.
  3. Add potatoes, peas, and salt.  Bring to a boil once again.  Reduce heat and simmer for 15 minutes.
  4. Turn off stove and let sit with a cover on for another 30 minutes for the flavors to develop.  Take out parsley as best as you can and serve.  You can also serve with parsley or scallions on top.