when part and parceling for a baby girl, my parents bred for self-confidence, brains, and poise; instead they got sarcasm, table manners, and a rehab-level need to please. it wasn’t their fault, i came out of the womb making amends, ironically rolling my eyes at...
friday two-fists in the air to you m’loves! i sprung out of bed, landing toe-ball-heel, raring to dance the hippy-shake. who else is with me? this week marked me officially as a certifiable certifed dailey method instructor. i love my new home, my boss, my...
so last week the goddess {aka raquel perry, the fitness stalker, my girl crush,} sent me a text: i mean i was raised not to be rude. and since when am i to turn down a homemade, crispy-riced, i need two napkins please, confection? especially when they were...
remember me? this has been the longest hiatus i’ve taken from writing… getting back into the swing of work has been a bit harder than i had anticipated. my body was not ready for the decathlon my anxiety-riddled brain craved, and BAM! my knee and hamstring...
i’m back! albeit with a case of vertigo—which is friggin bonkers?!?! who else has had this disco party in their head? every time i stand up i am compelled to shriek: “i’m on a boat!!!”—-hunkiest says it wasn’t funny the first...
it appears that my body, my doctor, and i, all have clashing opinions when it comes to the definition of “bed rest.” MY understanding of bed rest was that i just wasn’t allowed to teach. sometimes when i teach i can get a bit…unbounded?...