You know how the best discoveries are usually made by mistake? Well, these blueberry quinoa muffins are one of them. They’re vegan, gluten-free, refined sugar-free, and oil-free.

My goal was to breastfeed for a minimum of two years—this is the length of time recommended by the World Health Organization (WHO)—but ideally, I hoped Dakota would self-wean whenever she was ready. Things didn’t turn out as planned and I found myself needing to wean earlier than that.

These s’mores cookies are cripsy on the outside and ooey, gooey, and chewy on the outside. Betcha’ can’t have just one!

Dakota’s birth was immensely evolutionary and evocative. I birthed her into this world with no drugs. No bright lights. No institution. Peacefully. Intimately. Safely. This is my sacred rite of passage. This is my natural birth story.

I’m sincerely plagued by anxiety and vulnerability as I muster up the courage to divulge what I’ve been dealing with for much too long now. If you’ve been following me, perhaps you’ve sensed turbulence and sensitivities from the fragments of vague information I’ve sprinkled in the air in the recent months. At the very least, you’ve noticed some level of dissonance on social media.

What if I were to tell you that every thought, every daydream, and every fantasy you had instantly created an event that actually happened in a coexisting parallel reality? What if I were to tell you that you could use imagination to manifest your desires into your conscious physical reality?

I’m having a vegan and gluten-free pantry party and you’re officially invited! Come take a look at my favorite superfood staples.