There I was, mindlessly scrolling Instagram on the tarmac, waiting for our plane to take off, when I came across the title of an article in The Atlantic: “What Happened to Yoga?” Well. As someone who has been committed to yoga for the last 16 years—and has spent…
This summer has been different from most. Mainly because I’ve spent more time by the water than I have in years. In years past—especially since moving to Philly, which can feel a little landlocked—that hasn’t been the case. And there have been consequences. I become angrier. More bitter….
I feel like, for the first time ever, I am really tasting the magic of an in-season cantaloupe. Sweet. Juicy. Impossibly delicious. Gone are the years of buying those plastic fruit containers from Whole Foods and eating the pale, sad-looking cubes because it felt wasteful not to. Turns…
Photograph by Kevin Pettit There is something I never want to become numb to. The fact that within five minutes of leaving our house, Matt and I can be wandering beneath a canopy of trees. A few minutes more, and we’re in the Wissahickon—2,000 acres of woods, winding…
I am sitting here writing to you all in real time as the rain pours profusely outside while I sip a cup of tea. This morning feels wildly different than last week’s because, well… Last week I was on vacation. And I love vacations. Especially beach vacations. One…
Ahhhhhh, summer. I have been beginning my mornings with a giant slice of watermelon so juicy I have to eat it with a napkin tucked beneath my chin. Mint black tea warmed by the sun. Epic amounts of basil destined to become pesto. One hundred and eight Sun…
Hi friends, Last Thursday, the day after my birthday, I wandered down to the beach to sit at the edge of the water and pull tarot cards for another trip around the sun. Somewhere between the waves and the cards, it dawned on me just how close my…
Musings Long before corporate big daddies like Target, McDonald’s, and banks got involved in Pride by slapping rainbows and the slogan love is love is love on everything, Pride was a riot. It was a battle cry for liberation, a fight against police brutality, a big F.U. to…
Spring is fast upon us, the birds are singing a little louder, the crocus flowers has braved the in-climate weather and poked through the snow to put on a show, and within us a restlessness is occurring in our behavior. The clocks have sprung us forward and this…
Back in early December, Matt and I took a trip to the North Country to see some really good friends. Most of the time was spent indulging in the moment. Indulging in friendship and family – good meals, good booze, good talks, and good wholesome fun (face painting,…