Just a little bit of introspection: There are very few yoga poses that are so uncomfortable for me as King Pigeon. From my gracilis to my quad to my ankle, I often feel extreme intensity as I stretch what seems like every muscle below my hip in this posture, and many a teacher has remarked …
All too soon (or not soon enough), my current love affair with NYC has ended. Maybe another time, in another decade, lovely NYC, but for now I go West, surprisingly. Everyone is asking me why, and I can’t really put my finger on it except to say that I haven’t been able to explore as …
Before hopping a plane to DIA, I spent Christmas with the fam. Since I was leaving for Denver early in the afternoon, our Christmas started super early, but that’s just as well, because the kiddos were up at about 6am! Rhemy was so excited about her stocking! Zig and Rhemy were super well behaved opening …
From the first time I visited New York City, I became obsessed with the idea of living here. Everything I heard about it sounded glorious: cupcakes delivered at 3am? Same day Barnes and Noble delivery? Ryan Gosling rescuing me from getting hit by a taxi? Sign me up. As it turns out, though, visiting the …
I don’t consider myself to be particularly anal retentive. (Or is the vogue term OCD? What’s the DSM using nowadays? Is anal retentive even a thing anymore?! They change so fast I can’t keep up.) ANYWAY, even though I don’t think I pay specific attention to my surroundings most of the time, which makes this a very …
My family home was recently (very recently) robbed, which put a peculiar and extremely bitter taste in my mouth when it came to counting my blessings and giving thanks as I like to do over my favorite of all the holidays, Thanksgiving. This is terrible, of course, since the only tastes that are supposed to …
Anyone who went to WM should know what this is…photo courtesy of the talented M.M. Posey, as I don’t do Williamsburg anymore Ahhhhh. Beautiful. Photo courtesy of M.M. Posey, that lovely photogfriend o’mine I still remember the first time I heard the song “99 Red Balloons.” I was in high school, at a Kick in …
Since anyone who knows me knows my political leanings, not to mention that I find it counterproductive to make statements about my political beliefs online, I’m going to bite my tongue until it bleeds and abstain from making any comments on the candidates themselves. This is really hard considering that I’m eating, breathing and sleeping …
Knoxville, TN- who knew it was so beautiful! Occasional trips to see my aunt in Winston-Salem (and a jaunt or two to Orlando or Cancun) notwithstanding, a trip south of Prince William County was a very rare occurrence growing up. I still remember the horror stories my biological father would tell me about the racism …