Entries from July 2013

eating my words…..

July 31, 2013


so yeah. what-ev…i’ll have a little salsa with my earlier words.

i’ll dunk ’em and chew ’em up, red-faced, catholic school girl ashamed at my bravado and disrespect for my native state.

my home. 

buzzfeed’s column, “why california is the most beautiful state in the country,” censured me like an elbow to the ribcage.

i take back my earlier post, califorina.

i love you dearly. 

here are just a handful of the 32 images of why california is the most beautiful place state in the world country. 


mcway falls in big sur.


redwood national forest.


the lave tube caves in tule lake.


and my most favorite: monterey. 

the entire slideshow can be found here.

tell me m’loves, both my california dwellers and visitors, what is your favorite spot in the golden state?

summer happens…

July 30, 2013


like the unsuppressed giggles of a baby, soldiering through round after round with the tickle monster, my summer has been one uncontainable jar of happy.


my work life is changing; in both script and costume, and i’m loving every higher stake, longer hour, and heavier responsibility that comes with it. 


leveling the scale, i have committed to time alone; steeping in the tannins of summer’s sweet tea.


naps, books, candles, bath oils, a sink full of fruit, and moonlight patio wine-tastings,-her voice haunting us through the outside speakers-all landscape the canvas of this peaceful season where tension and toxicity are shown the door.  


i appreciate my time; both the minutes that test me and the blissful hours where i reflect on and rolodex those trying times; evidence that i am resolute, i do have faith, and that my gut instinct to act with love rather than fear, is always the right decision.

summer lovin’ to you my darlings.



saddle up to the barre…

July 26, 2013

  tumblr_mod2p9Fkz81qzawmno1_r1_500today 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 forever court barre work like a mysterious, flirty, hard to pin down, albeit larger-than-life lover; my eyes and ears ever open, not wanting to miss a hint, cue, or beckon to move deeper, feel more, or learn something new about the body and brain. i get rock concert pumped to experience how one little, teeny, micro, half of an inch of movement, to the left or right, in my LEG, can awaken muscles, in my CORE, that have been napping since debbie gibson dominated the mtv airwaves. 


this method has helped me consistently get excited about moving my body in different angles, lines and planes. myself and my clients see/feel the results pretty much immediately. my friend mrs. burns calls them her “katie muscles.”—it’s things and friends like that, that make this job not a job. 


 the physicality and efficacy of barre work is fettucine alfredo satisfying, but its ability to allow me to be creative and think outside my lock box lights the wick on my inner roman candle.

one does not need an actual ballet barre to perform. i’ve actually taught my coreplay®class {gulp} 13 years barre-less. we’ve been using walls, chairs, reebok steps, body bars, pilates reformers for years as stand ins. you name it and i can make a ballet barre out of it. i always embarrass hunkiest as i’m in constant “find the barre” mode when we’re out in public; even in formal, funeral attire, if the back of that church bench is the right height, you bet your bottom i’ll be pulsing up an inch, down an inch.


do you barre?

what moves you to move?

weekend happy to you m’loves. see you on the other side of sunday.



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