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...

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...

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?...

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?

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

To do one thing at a time is so unusual in our culture that we may feel sheepish doing it. It’s downright counter-cultural. It’s radical.

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.

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

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.

What if the PAUSE is where the good stuff happens? The PAUSE is the place of inspiration, of creativity, of discovering the unexpected.

It's not just learning to stop tensing my shoulders. It's about eschewing a straightforward, well-defined parenting path to stumble down a