Dedicated to anyone navigating the lasting effects of trauma There’s one morning that lives vividly in perpetuity within my mind. It’s an invigorating summer morning at the onset of a hot, sticky day that I predict will lead to the cool relief of a city pool in the...
I just wrote, “I’m a Recovering Yoga-aholic” and now I want to erase it as fast as can, because, I absolutely love yoga and am so grateful to the practice. After all, consistently attending yoga classes for the last decade-and-change has given me a life I never...
Things change. Problems that we think are insurmountable get solved. Ten years ago, standing up in front of an audience was the last thing I wanted to do. Back then, I was resigned to making do with a speech impediment I was ashamed of. It never occurred to me...
Today is new As a child’s first step (Fragment of a poem I wrote in 2004 that has been hiding in my green tub since then.) How about this one: Henry keeps saying to his wife, “I just want to go on our camping trip to Yellowstone.” Hour after hour he...
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