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...

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,...

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?...

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

Changing my position, giving myself, quite literally, a different perspective, tends to rattle something free in my brain.

What big decision did I ever make without walking? What inspiration ever came to me indoors?

As someone born and raised in the mountains and an Alexander Technique teacher to boot, I'm awarding myself temporary expert status.