Motherhood is an interesting phenom.  Sometimes when my memory returns to the beginning I recollect the force of love so strong it completely blurred the lines of where I ended and they began. Time was also full of sleepless nights and runny noses and I remember...
As a yoga enthusiast I am drawn to the writings and theories of other teachers.  Over the years I’ve followed the teaching of many yogis whose language seems to best represent the delight I find in my own personal practice.  I listen, I practice, and...
When I started planning international yoga retreats I tried many different recommended apps for travel. I’m not techie so won’t suggest anything complicated here. But there are a few tried and true that I consistently use and share with fellow travelers.  They are now staples...
I sat down to write a “senior letter” for my soon to be graduate, Kiki this week. I can usually pull a few thoughts together when given a writing assignment but this one from the high school to be opened at her senior lock-in party...
5 years has been on my radar for a few months now. My musings have prompted some loved ones to send flowers, a small engraved silver box, and a fabulous family meal that makes a girl feel like she’s the luckiest in the world. So...
I have to admit. Â I was getting rather crabby with the day after day of freezing cold weather. Â Bundling up every morning and starting a car that moaned and groaned, covering faces with a triple wrapped scarf, and dreading filling the car with gas because...
Although my New’s Years resolution should probably be associated with returning to my blog from time to time (apologies for the crickets that have attached themselves to this page), I must admit that I have been stuck in a writing rut. I thought for sure that...
May we dwell in the heart, May we be free from suffering, May we be healed wherever healing is called for, May we be at peace. ~Buddhist Meditation Unsettled was my word of the week.  I didn’t panic when a doctor told me that two of my four kids had...
October has become my oxymoron month.  On the one hand the parade of pink ribbons has created a sense of comfort.  As a survivor it is that recognition that I have a sisterhood of women who would walk, march, or run to show their encouragement.  And at...