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...
yesterday as i was teaching a pilates private, trying to communicate the prickly activation of the pelvic floor and low belly constriction, with what i thought were vibrant, storyboard cues and examples: “pretend your bladder is a straw, it’s a hot,...
today i’m ponying back up to the barre, the ballet barre that is, for another certification. it’s been a couple of years since my last lotte berk/barre workshop, and i’m on pointed toes with excitement. out of all the disciplines i teach i will...
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...
so it happened. it needs to happen. we all have our off days. in my case sometimes it’s an off year, but we’ve all had that week-old, moldy, rotten peach pit in our stomach feeling of walking away from a job not so well done, wishing for a do-over. last...
i was looking up. i was. really. although it wasn’t the empire state building that caught my eye, but rather a half-open, dutch door, ajar to a studio full of unsuspecting, lovely ladies, still aglow from their downward dogs, gaily chatting each other up on a...
