It's Not About Nutrition

Let me tell you something I wish someone had told me years ago: just because your washing machine handles soap and water doesn’t mean it cleans itself. I used to think the suds did all the work — you know, like some magical self-care spa for appliances. But after pulling out a load of “fresh” laundry that smelled more like musty towels than clean cotton, I learned the hard way. That machine? It needs TLC, too. And honestly, once I got into the habit of cleaning mine the right way, it was like my clothes got a second wind. Crisp …

Let me tell you something—I used to think wiping down my boots with a wet rag was good enough. I mean, they’re boots, right? They’re supposed to get dirty. But one January morning, as I laced up my favorite leather pair (a Christmas gift from my husband, bless him), I noticed they looked… tired. Cracked. A little sad. And that salty white stain along the toe? That was the last straw. So I went down the rabbit hole. Turns out, I’d been doing it all wrong—and maybe you have, too. But don’t worry, sugar. We’re fixing that today. Why You’ll …

Let me tell you something — for years, I thought I was doing it all right. I’d take my multivitamin with my morning coffee, pat myself on the back, and move on with my day feeling very accomplished. But guess what? That little ritual was kind of pointless. Turns out, timing, food pairings, and a few easy tweaks can make a huge difference when it comes to actually absorbing those vitamins. And honestly, if we’re gonna spend money on supplements, shouldn’t we make sure our bodies are getting the good stuff? So let’s talk about how to actually take vitamins …

By a Mom Who’s Been Through Every Cold Season Since the ’80s Let me tell you something real quick. Back when my kids were little, I thought I had the whole “mom with the magic rub” thing down. Anytime someone sniffled? Out came the trusty blue jar of VapoRub. I’d rub it all over their chests like my mama did for me—and honestly, it felt like a rite of passage. But you know what? Turns out, I’d been using it wrong all those years. And I’m not alone. So if you’re still slathering that menthol-y goodness straight onto your chest …