In second grade, I got really into journaling. I’m not sure if it came from my obsession with Harriet the Spy or just a desire to add meaning to my comfy suburban upbringing, but I made a promise to...
4. Incorporate essential oils as part of your practice. I run an essential oil diffuser in our room almost every night and it was a game changer to incorporate it into my yoga practice at home. My favorite combination...
Living with ADHD is something that’s informed every aspect of how I approach my life, both at work and at home. To manage my schedule, I focus on three steps—prioritization, time blocking, and managing distraction. On Friday, I broke...
They say addicts will always be addicts. They are right— I should know, I am one. It has taken years for me to separate my addiction from my self-worth and apply the “label” in a way that is productive....
“BURN! BURN! BURN! FEEL THE FIRE INSIDE OF YOU! DO YOU FEEL IT?” {voice softens} “You’ll see, when you feel that fire burning in your stomach – it will break down barriers. Anything you couldn’t deal with before. You can. You can now.” It was a Tuesday. And...
There are a few stories I am embarrassed to tell. And (just about) all of them are about my sexuality as a woman. The patriarchy has led me to believe, for a very long time, that the body of a...
I ‘m looking at Grey Lines with Black, Blue and Yellow, a 1923 painting by Georgia O’Keeffe. This painting—the lines delineated to make the throbbing lavender folds look three-dimensional—is one that always makes me cross my legs. Perhaps O’Keeffe...
How disability complicated my relationship with yoga and changed how I talk to my patients When I graduated from physical therapy the second time, my therapist was much more pragmatic than...
by Shahad Alzaidan Wellness, or the state of being in good health, particularly when actively sought after, has become a popular endeavor. While achieving “wellness” is a noble pursuit, it has been undermined by damaging subliminal messaging with a heavy...
This is my love letter to all of the tiny apartments that have saved our lives. I moved into my first apartment alone when I was twenty-four. She was 400-square feet, nearly the size of a walk-in fridge, and when I...
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