I’m a Southern girl raised in a very Northern household. I like to think of myself as having the charm of a southern belle combined with the grit of a city dweller. My mom thinks I give myself too much credit.
I’ve spent most of my life attempting to fly through the air on adorable horses, most with major attitude problems. I can take a fall, kick or bite without even shedding a tear. Okay, maybe a few tears.
The food industry has been holding me hostage for over ten years. Yet achieving the perfect ratio of sugar to iced tea still proves to be impossible. I blame my Yankee upbringing.