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I've always loved Halloween. That's why this blog is a Double Feature, sharing one appetizer and one dessert recipe.

Today would have been my dad's 82nd birthday.

It's September first and this one is for all the pumpkin spice lovers out there.

Despite the difference in our eating habits, Elvis has inspired some of my favorite vegan and gluten free recipes.

Dining out when you have a vegan and gluten free diet is like buying Christmas gifts at the gas station.

I've always loved ice cream. Fortunately, there are many vegan and non-dairy options for those with dietary restrictions.

Like many, my journey to better health began in a doctor's office.

It's been 17 days since the Carolina Hurricanes won the Stanley Cup and I haven't stopped thinking about it. There's something missing. My dad isn't here.

In honor of Father's Day, the first without my dad, I'm sharing a medley of messages spirit has sent over the past six months.

If you know me (or have found me through this blog), you know I one hundred percent believe in an afterlife and messages from spirit. But this story is a little bit out there, even for me. When it happened, I didn't tell anyone. Not my husband Derek. Not my therapist. I only told my notebook...until now.

I am a fan of Taylor Swift, a talented songwriter, captivating entertainer, and savvy businesswoman. She also has a love of numerology and coded communications. Beyond her catchy lyrics and melodies, the hidden messages in the liner notes of her CDs played a role in Taylor capturing my attention. As music has evolved, so have her Easter eggs. From music videos to social media, Taylor often uses numbers to communicate with fans, giving hints of what's to come. Spirits use nume

My dad and I bonded over many things, but hockey was our strongest connection. We used to text during every Carolina Hurricanes game, offering critiques and celebrating wins as though we were in the same room even though we lived 700 miles apart. Even now, when he's been gone for four months, I find myself reaching for the phone, the text already drafted in my head. And then I remember. I won't get a response. Watching the Carolina Hurricanes, our team, has become both my hap

Therapists and hairstylists serve a similar purpose. At least, that seems to be the case for me. I hadn't visited my therapist in five years. Then my dad died. Suddenly. Unexpectedly. And there I was, back on the couch. My therapist encouraged me to journal my feelings. "You're a writer," she said. "You should write. It may help you process all of this." Sounds like good advice. Trouble was, I couldn't even begin to imagine dragging pen across paper when most days I struggled