A few days ago was International Women’s Day. My International Women’s Day was sandwiched between three very annoying and painful reminders of how far we have to go.
I have a confession, for a person that can live on beer, white chocolate, and two-minute noodles for a week at a time I have a strange obsession with healthy eating books, experts, and social accounts. With that strange obsession breeds a particular need to try something out after hearing it for months on end from countless sources. So low and behold, I invested $40 into purchasing a jar of powder. No, it wasn’t cocaine, it was bloody dehydrated bone broth.