What the heck is a Mobu?
At the end of last summer I met an amazing woman named Tricia in Anchorage, Alaska. She’ll admit that she kinda cyber stalked me for a few months before we were finally able to get together, but I’m glad she stuck with me despite my hella crazy schedule. Why? Because she introduced me to Mobu Herbals.
We rushed to an impromptu meeting in the height of the Alaskan summer, bolstered up by the 24 hour sun. It was literally as Tricia had some time and I had a spare hour to burn. I rushed down to my selected meeting place, The Kaladi Brothers Coffee Company.
"Don't be so sensitive."
The Healing Power of Shrooms
Originally published in Pure E Women's Magazine, 2006
by Aimee Grant, Skin Care and Health Consultant
A realization hits. Hope is considerably smaller than I am. She stands at roughly five foot four (maybe less), blond matted hair drenched in sweat, with heels digging into trampled grass. I'm using all my weight pressing back the wall of concert goers in Pocono Down’s Race Track field. All of this effort so she can gain a few inches. I'm losing miserably and giving back precious ground every other push. As another wave of mohawk sporting Unadilla racing look-alikes moves in, I flex my core muscles hoping I'll be able to at least hold my ground. Clad in PA summer attire, i.e. motocross tee's with the arms torn off, stick thin, with pale hallowed faces they push me backward and I think to myself, 'but we’ve come so far!'