sunshine and storm clouds, in people-form

“How’s your mother?” “Mom? Mom’s always good!” How many times a day do I have this exact exchange? (Many. Multiple. Everyone knows my mom. Everyone loves my mom.) But the answer is consistent: Mom’s always good. She is one of the most relentlessly optimistic people I know; seeing the best in unpleasant humans, remaining hopeful…… Continue reading sunshine and storm clouds, in people-form

everybody’s gotta have a thing

My thing’s sound effects. Here’s a T-Rex, NNNRRRRWWWWR. In case you don’t have a clue what I’m talking about, (a: how freakin’ young are you? and b:), here. TV commercials in the 90’s were just so much better. And anyway, anybody that knows me knows my thing is yoga. Duh. It’s bordering on obsessive, the…… Continue reading everybody’s gotta have a thing

“so, who are you going with?”

In discussions of upcoming travel, there are generally two questions people ask right away. Number one, obviously – “where are you going?”. And the follow-up, more often than not, is some version of, “who’s going with you?”. I still, every time, get a little amusement out of people’s reactions when I invariably answer, “oh, no…… Continue reading “so, who are you going with?”

useless knowledge yoga has taught me

I’ve had some of my wisest revelations on my yoga mat. Despite the practice being a way to disconnect from the stress and the everyday goings-on of life, often my brain is doing background work, sorting out things and piecing together wisdom. It’s not unusual for me to arrive at a yoga class with a…… Continue reading useless knowledge yoga has taught me

a (cliché-filled) note to self

and to anyone else who needs to hear it: Stop forcing things. Stop trying to control things that are not yours to control. Control freak or not, you’ve gotta let some things go. Whatever your plans or goals or wishes are, the universe doesn’t really care. It’s listening, sure, and sometimes its plans will align…… Continue reading a (cliché-filled) note to self

gym class 2.0

The vast majority of my memories from elementary school gym class involve getting hit with some type of ball. I also vaguely remember a lot of made-up games with rules I never quite understood. Oh, and scooting around on your bum on those little wheeled dollies, and inevitably rolling over and crushing your fingers. (Does…… Continue reading gym class 2.0