Momma to a feisty three year old boy, writer of words, and consumer of gallons of iced coffee. Dietitian, swimmer, barre-attempter, and Southern transplant.
The amount of coffee I drink in a day:
The last lie I told my kids:
No, I'm not eating a Twix bar while hiding behind the pantry door.
The first thing I do when I wake up:
Make my screaming, ravenous three year old chocolate chip pancakes.