Love is healing. Love is comforting. Love is holy. Food can be all those things, too.

If your meals consistently revolve around corpse multiple times daily, you might become one sooner than you planned.

The fact is, we need help, and we need each other.

I knew when I was diagnosed with cancer the only thing I could control was what I ate, what I drank and what I would think.

We consume far too many animal products, processed and refined foods, saturated fats, and empty calories. Industries that profit from both our ignorance and our misfortune spoon-feed us confusion and deception.

I am so frickin' cool and delicious and pretty and witty and sharp! I love every inch of me! Who wouldn't?

Although Grandma's passion had led me to the power of food, not all of her recipes were healthy. I kept her gusto and the love that she put into her cuisine but ditched the ingredients that bought her a one-way ticket to arthritis, diverticulitis and a host of other inflammatory conditions. I also ditched my own addictions and compulsions around food, especially sugar.