In our ongoing exploration of Alexander Technique and non-doing, last week I had my college students read and discuss Ross Gay’s essay...

The first time I recall feeling anxious before travel I was 29 years old. My dad was driving me to the airport for the trip of a...

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...

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

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...

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

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.

I thanked the word NO, for giving me this much-needed solitude.

Asking the right questions might be most life-affirming favor we can do for someone. Or for ourselves.

My ability to manage the HOW I do things is the difference between feeling steamrolled by my life and feeling like I can (just) manage it.

Sometimes the most “productive” thing to do is nothing. Productive of renewed energy, refreshed thinking, rediscovered enthusiasm.

I’m a big fan of movement. But sometimes this moving-to-try-not-to-be-stiff is counter-productive.

“I’m so mad at my body!” my student reported to me on Monday morning. I imagine many of us have felt this way.

What a revelation to be in the city and to See it, Breathe, and not make myself small. To be present in a way I never was in my 20s.

We all wish for change to be a relatively fast, easy and painless process, but real change is slower and slipperier.

Isn’t it funny, I thought to myself, that I react to fatigue by doing things that make life harder for myself?