Why Yogis Are Better Listeners.
Are you there, yoga? It’s me, Jennifer. Sometimes I subconsciously, and consciously, avoid my yoga practice—moving my body in a myriad of other ways—simply to not have to look in the magic mirror of my sticky mat....
Are you there, yoga? It’s me, Jennifer. Sometimes I subconsciously, and consciously, avoid my yoga practice—moving my body in a myriad of other ways—simply to not have to look in the magic mirror of my sticky mat....
Have you ever noticed that memories often have hazy, golden fogs around them, and that Instagram’s editing filters are often hazy or blurred? I’ve noticed lately that we’re all over-using the haze, y’all. And dreams,...
My husband said to me yesterday that it’s called Facebook and not Assbook—because everyone is putting their best faces forward. Yet, here’s a “real-life” story: I go to the zoo all the time with...
The feel of tender, young grass between her squeezed-tightly fingertips was primal. The tug, uprooting them, connected her with a fiery anger that she didn’t know her belly housed. Then, momentarily afterward, she’d feel regret...
My yoga practice is the single most important thing that I do physically that both rejuvenates me and relaxes me. On my mat I feel alive. My hair falls in my face. Sweat drips...
The sky outside the window where I sit sipping white wine and typing looks apathetic. The outline of the trees is surrounded by a boring shade of white-grey instead of bright blue or a...
Lately it seems the articles I come across that are “artsy” are just kind of psychotic. There are several sites I find my Facebook friends, for instance, sharing words from that, as a writer,...
There are days when staying present with my children is not what I want to do. Instead, I want to check out. I want to peruse Facebook or read the news or break out...
One of my current pet peeves is reading a celebrity interview where a Hollywood mother of young children says her workout is “chasing the children.” Come on. We all know it’s not. You have...
I was reading to my daughter in bed last night. Looking out the window, the green of the trees contrasted the grey sky, seeming ethereal. The yellow walls were both cheerful and soothing. I...