Hey, Sugar

I’m really trying to clean up my diet. I made an ill-timed resolution to give up sugar a couple of days before our ninety-six Papas eggs (a Covington, Kentucky easter confection) showed up. My will power expired when the Opera Cream eggs were unwrapped. I made a new commitment to quitting added sugar (and processed grains) this morning, when the skirt I wanted to wear wouldn’t fit around my waist. (But as I type this, I’ve just finished a Starbucks chocolate chip cookie.) Hat, Free Press. Dress, Parker (consignment). Boots, Vince Camuto (consignment). Earrings, Charming Charlie. Bag, Colini Handbags (thrifted). As a vegan*, it takes...