as my 2013 comes to a hushful, out-like-a-lamb, close, like most of you, i have some goals, resolutions if you want to call them, that i wish to pursue. faraway lands, alpha brainwaves accessible on speed dial, and a new venture or two with a change in my current...
so here we are: in the starting blocks of the season of thank you……and heavy carbohydrates. before i pull my socked feet out from under my heavy, judgement protective covers each morning, i lie in bed saying thank you. this communion of gratitude happens...
there’s a weird in the air. like the undeniable, artificial, white sugary scent of halloween candy, pitchforking all senses as i skulk up and down the aisles of my local, big-chained grocery store, white knuckling purchases of pepsi, cheetos, and other...
so here’s the story: sunday, in an effort to keep up with the hard tail’d and lululemon wearing elite, you know? the ones who eschew marathon napping, emotional eating, and reality-tv in exchange for extra time at the gym in half-moon pose, kettle-belling...
welcome to my new series, “shut the fridge.” just like medicine cabinets, i believe one’s refrigerator is a magnifying glass into their soul, psyche, and secrets. to be honest, the idea of photographing my fridge this morning took some courage. did...
think less, feel more. i’ve been barking this mantra a lot, of late, to my students and clients as we grind through our 6am lung bursting, quad firing, will testing anaerobic intervals. “get out of your brain, get into your heart.” easy yes? one...
