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,...

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...

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...

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

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

I propose we spend a few minutes every day taking some time to PAUSE. Taking some time to reorganize ourselves.

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.

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

Saying NO to the million tiny habits of body and mind that contribute to feeling diminished, to feeling like I can’t go on.

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

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

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

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

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

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