I watched a sugar ant walk across my kitchen counter, knowing that a string of ants wouldn’t be far behind. And I found myself engaged...

The other day I was walking at Smith and Bybee Lakes next to my son. It was a gorgeous day—warm enough for a thick hoodie and scarf,...

I was commiserating with a student yesterday about how hard it is to find time to dedicate to the Alexander Technique practice of lying...

We’re deep into the season when we are supposed to be joyful. Whether we like it or not. And coming to the end of yet another year of...

Saturday is the one day I dispense with my morning routine. No scraping myself out of bed before my family to sweep, write and walk...

I guess people perceive me as the Posture Police, because they are often saying things to me like: “At the end of the day/at the end of a...

It’s 7:42 am and we’re driving to the pediatrician’s office for an annual check-up. I’m seething with anger because I wanted to leave 10...

Lately, after a year and a half of dormancy, opportunities have started coming my way—things that elicit, as my friend Melissa would say,...

1. What if judging myself (and the ensuing shame spiral) is just another habit that is not currently serving me? Could I approach my...

It is entirely possible (if inadvisable) for me to eat a meal while careening down the freeway at 65 miles per hour and simultaneously...

Expressing ourselves through words or images or movement is not about “talent” or being “good enough” to be a professional

I’m in the middle of creating my MFA thesis right now. I say “creating” instead of “writing” because I haven’t gotten to the words to...

Sometimes on rainy, interminable, nearly-a-year-into-a-pandemic days I look around in a fog: What the heck should I be doing right now?...

“Not only did [Alexander Technique] … calm me down, but it … brought me back to myself … and less into anxiety brain of like, ‘you're...

There is an old fable. I’m not sure of its origins, though I’m sure one could find out with a little internet digging. It’s the plot of...

Last week I made myself sick. Well, me and some streptococcus bacteria. First I feared COVID. Egads. But one swab up my nose and one down...

Part 3: “Mind what you have learned. Save you it can.” I spent the better part of a recent Friday trying to get ahold of Oregon...

Part 2: Without No, there can be no Yes.

As we strive to change the world, is it selfish to work on ourselves? Or is it the only way?

Playing with arithmetic today, I figure I’ve taken over 200 walks in the last 13 weeks since I’ve been staying at home. Yesterday I baked...