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TRUTH IN THE STARS

EACH OF US IS HERE FOR A BRIEF SOJURN; FOR WHAT PURPOSE HE KNOWS NOT, THOUGH HE SOMETIMES THINKS HE SENSES IT. BUT WITHOUT DEEPER REFLECTION ONE KNOWS FROM DAILY LIFE THAT ONE EXISTS FOR OTHER PEOPLE. – ALBERT EINSTEIN   Yesterday I listened to Danielle LaPorte’s first podcast. The whole fam was piled in the car as we headed out to western Massachusetts for my bestie’s son’s 2nd birthday party. I was hungry to listen to this because  Danielle is as real as real gets. I waited until both boys fell asleep and then pressed play. For the next hour it was like she  ...

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A LETTER TO SELF

An unedited excerpt from my book, ‘I CHOOSE ME – BREAKDOWN TO BREAKTHROUGH’ …   And that day in the early spring of 2017 we sat in our scared circle on the floor of the yoga studio and we wrote. We wrote a letter to our future selves. When we finished we placed our letters in a self addressed stamped envelope and then our teacher collected them all. She placed them in a basket, mixed them all up, and passed the basket around instructing us to choose one random envelope that wasn’t ours. Our job would be to hold on to the envelope and mail it out to our  ...

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WHEN CANCER CALLS – BREATHE IN. BREATHE OUT.

I wake up to a gray, dreary morning the day after Valentine’s Day. My 7 year old son rolling around in bed next me announcing what time it is and insisting I get up. I don’t want to. There’s an underlying force in me that just wants to stay put in the warm cocoon of my bedroom; the safe reassuring weight of my heavy down comforter. Five more minutes buddy. It’s been 3 days since my mom’s biopsy. Beneath that underlying force that keeps me curled under the covers is the looming thought, “Is today the day? Is today the day I find out my mom has breast cancer?” My mind drifts to the  ...

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MOMMA SAY NAMASTE

Isn’t it amazing how one minute you can feel so in control, so accomplished, so content and then you go to pre-school pick-up! WTF!?!? It’s like whiplash really. You come back home with the kid to a minefield of Legos all over the living room floor. There are little, scary Lego heads lurking around every corner. They are in the fruit bowl, the kitchen cabinets, and on top of the mantle. They stare at you; taunting and laughing at you. Dear husband is downstairs working from home. It appears he has already made himself a sandwich. It’s 1:30 pm. You haven’t eaten  ...

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LISTEN TO YOUR HEART STRINGS

His name is Cory. He is young and I would guess he is about my age in his mid to late thirties. He is always wearing dark pants, a puffy, navy blue bomber jacket, baseball cap, and a red backpack slung sideways across his back. He walks with his hands stuffed inside his pockets; his head slightly down. There’s a sadness; a heaviness to his gait as he walks down the sidewalk-less, narrow, and curvy road toward town. I’ve passed him dozens and dozens of times as I drive my littlest one to and from preschool. I’ve always wondered what his story is. Who is this man? Is he  ...

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STARE FEAR STRAIGHT IN THE FACE

Most times when I sit down to write I have no idea what I am going to write about or where my words may take me. Tonight was no exception, until I learned about these two teenagers, Bailey Holt and Preston Cope; two precious lives that were taken this past Tuesday in Kentucky. I don’t know what it is like to drop your child off at school and then later learn they were killed during a shooting. I cannot even fathom this pain that so many parents in our country have had to bear. Really, I am at a loss for words. And now I realize it – words are useless right now – because  ...

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THROAT CHOKED. EYES OPEN. BREATHING NORMALLY.

Remember that time you cursed your yoga teacher out (in your head of course because doing that out loud would just be plain rude and so un-namaste)? Oh yeah? You want to curse them out like every class you take? Or maybe you just plain wanted to murder your yoga teacher? But c’mon, any honest yogi knows that would be totally going against the first yama outlined in the Yoga Sutras which is the principle of ahimsa which basically means to not wish harm to any living creature. And ….you know …. murder is against the law and seems kind of harsh. I mean just because the  ...

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THE ONE THING WE SHOULD ALL BE CELEBRATED FOR; NOT JUST HOLLYWOOD.

I was moved to tears the other night after listening to Oprah deliver her acceptance speech for the Cecil B. DeMile Award at the 75th Annual Golden Globe Awards. I know I wasn’t the only one. I saw it in the eyes of Hollywood’s finest – the women and the men. The black, the white, the gay, and the straight. I saw what I was feeling in their eyes. The feeling of unity, hope, and love. The most powerful feelings that exist. The feelings that make you shout “Yes!” on the inside and out. The feelings that make you feel completely inspired and empowered. Those words that Oprah spoke;  ...

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ONLY THIS 1 THING WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE

There is no person, place, thing, or experience that changes your life. You my friend – YOU change your life. The same goes for saving your life. You hear it all the time don’t you? AA totally saved my life. Yoga changed my life. Nope. It didn’t. Did the yoga do all the work for you? Did AA do the work? Pretty sure it didn’t. You did the work. You are the captain of your ship. You determine what course you will follow. You are the one that takes action that directly impacts your life. You make the decisions, the choices. You, quite frankly, become the change. Or you don’t. You  ...

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THE GOOD THING ABOUT GETTING THE FLU

Have you ever been so sick that your whole body hurt? Like even your hair; down to the follicles and all hurt. Ow. Hell, even your pubes hurt!? Double ow! Yeah that was me about a week after Thanksgiving. I went to yoga one morning feeling fine only to run completely out of gas half way through class and then BANG! A few hours later my body was wracked with the chills. The next 48 hours were a haze of fevers, aches, fatigue, and endless doses of Tylenol and Motrin. It was miserable. But I was determined to “take advantage” of being practically bedridden. I was determined to  ...