Living with Celiac

Recipe: Gluten-free BBQ Lime Chicken

So, I've never been out about my passion for cooking, but I've decided that I'm going to post my creations once a week on this blog to give some of my fellow gluten-free friends some new things to try! My boyfriend is from Memphis, so he likes BBQ things. I happen to like BBQ things… Continue reading Recipe: Gluten-free BBQ Lime Chicken

Living with Celiac

Living gluten free: it’s not that bad

More and more, I've noticed people in my life needing to start living the gluten-free lifestyle. I say lifestyle because it definitely isn't as easy as avoiding nuts (my boyfriend is allergic to tree nuts and he never has any issues with cross contamination). Gluten sneaks into almost everything that we eat, which is why… Continue reading Living gluten free: it’s not that bad

Other

I’m voting for HRC to give Bernie Sanders his opportunity to continue his mission, and because some people have much more to lose with a Trump presidency.

I'm a huge Bernie supporter. I will defend Bernie Sanders until the day I die. In fact, I might even go get his tattoo. I honestly don't like any other candidate. Bernie's views lined up with my own almost perfectly. I would have loved to hear more about sexual assault, but hey, I'll take what… Continue reading I’m voting for HRC to give Bernie Sanders his opportunity to continue his mission, and because some people have much more to lose with a Trump presidency.

Creativity

But I don’t want to: how to deal with being creative in the wrong place at the wrong time.

We've all had days where we just have nothing to do. We've also all had office days, something that I'm getting increasingly more frustrated with. No matter how fun the office is (and I have to admit, it's pretty fun some days), half way through the day, around 1 or 2 pm, I feel an urge to be creative. This urge usually manifests itself in a poem or a song which will pop into my head. Mostly, I just have ideas, but sometimes a full blown piece of art splatters itself on the wall of my cubicle and I am suddenly taken over by the need to fulfill my vision. That's why I'm writing this article right now. It's 2:41 pm. Today I'm overdue.