What A Lazy Vegan Eats // Vol. 3 BREAKFAST

What A Lazy Vegan Eats // Vol. 3 BREAKFAST

This has been a much requested edition of What a Lazy Vegan Eats-- it's all about breakfast this time! I normally don't eat a huge breakfast because it's my least favorite meal of the day, but I also know that it's the most important. I have definitely been getting more into breakfast lately and I wanted to share my favorite recipes with you guys to give you some inspiration! Even if you aren't vegan, these breakfasts are healthy, cheap and delicious! 

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A Book You Can Finish In One Day // #Collaboreads

A Book You Can Finish In One Day // #Collaboreads

I am doing something that I never thought I would be doing in a million year. Remember how I've always talked about how I hate reading? I certainly never thought I'd ever be talking about a book that I finished in one day. But here, I am-- a changed woman, and linking up for the first time ever with #Collaboreads with my dear friend, Rachel and her friend, Kristin. 

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Balance + Bloggers //

Balance + Bloggers //

I sat in the cutest coffee shop in Richmond, Virginia with black decaf coffee in a handmade blue pottery mug. Blind dates are always awkward. Except, this wasn't a blind date. But meeting people off the Internet always kinda feels like one. Your mama always tells you to never talk to strangers, but what if those strangers become some of the sweetest souls you know? 

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What A Lazy Vegan Eats // No. 2

What A Lazy Vegan Eats // No. 2

I'm a lazy vegan. I'm not a food blogger. I hate cooking. I can't take a nice picture of food to save my life-- and honestly, I have no interest in it. So it's always really impressive to me when another week goes by, and I've fed myself successfully. Like an adult. Well, kinda. So I like to document it, and also hope that people realize eating vegan/vegetarian/Meatless Monday's ain't no thang. 

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Pocketfuls of Rocks //

Pocketfuls of Rocks //

As a kid, I had a rock collection. Everywhere I went, I would collect rocks. At recess, in the backyard, in the parking lot, out of my poor fish's tank...anytime I saw a rock that caught my eye, I would pick it up and place it in my pocket to bring home and put inside a small wooden box I kept under my bed. The box was a perfect wooden square, with a top that slid off and had my name printed perfectly in red letters. I remember having so many rocks that I filled that entire box to the brim; I couldn't close it. 

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