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,...

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...

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...

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

I kept catching myself lifting my shoulders, hunching toward my paper and holding my breath. Old habits die hard.

Hunching over or puffing up are not benign, but are instead powerful information about what is happening inside our children (and ourselves)

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

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.

The hardest thing for me is the RESISTANCE. Because actually taking the simple steps that would make me feel better is still SO HARD.

As if I can control life, death and the unruly world itself by scheduling things right.

Imagine you are a candle. Your head floats up with ease like the flame. Your feet melt into the ground like wax.

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