Join Miss Lori at Go Red Girls Night Out 2013

Last year I had the great fortune to attend a spectacular event. It wasn’t memorable for the food, though that was delicious. It wasn’t mind blowing for the decor, though that was breath taking. It wasn’t even memeorable for the brand integration, though that was immeasurable. No, the Go Red Girls Night Out event was memorable for the heartfelt camaraderie of the women in charge and in attendance. [Read more…]

Miss Lori wants you to get sassy in the city and Go RED

What are you doing the evening of Wednesday, February 29th, 2012? Laundry? Driving the kids to a game? Trying a new recipe?  I’ve got a better idea, why don’t you get sassy? [Read more…]

Miss Lori is on a mission for National CPR week

DID YOU KNOW sudden cardiac arrests accounted for 62.3 percent among African- Americans; 63.7 percent among whites; and 54.2 percent among Hispanics, according to the Morbidity & Mortality Weekly Report. [Read more…]

Miss Lori is counting her 14 blessings of age 40 before her 41st birthday

For the year leading up to my 40th birthday I did a count down. Well, not actually a countdown more of a count up. I wasn’t intending to do anything big. And I wasn’t really doing it for anyone but myself. I was doing it because shortly after my 39th birthday I felt as though my life was blurring, or more specifically my days were blurring, blurring together. A run on sentence of days minutes and hours. So to combat that I started acknowledging each day on my facebook page. Day 1 of the year of 39. Day 12 of the year of 39. Day 145 of the year of 39. That’s all, nothing extravagant. Just a few words and number to separate each day from another. It didn’t stop all of my weeks from bleeding into the other, but it did help to change the way I looked at my life…at least I would like to think that it did. [Read more…]

Miss Lori says food isn’t a reward you earn

Do you ever get mad, mad that you can’t eat what you want to? I get so pissed off sometimes because I can’t just be free to pick my food without having to silently calculate the calories in my head. That I can’t simply choose a meal based on what I have a taste for, but instead I have to choose a meal based on what my thighs can handle. [Read more…]