Before I became a yoga instructor and massage therapist, I worked in restaurants and doctor's offices. In each of these places, I was...

I look down at my Lab mix, Millie and tell her, loud enough so that my husband hears, “I know, Millie. It’s OK. Thank God you have Mommy....

Two days ago, I met my friend for breakfast. We became friends when we were young and didn’t know about life, but thought we did. We were...

Arms draped by my side, palms facing up, feet relaxed, my eyes grab the light sneaking in from the sunroof of the yoga studio, after an...

Thursday mornings usually bustled with twenty women, and two men, rushing to find their space in the yoga room where they could lay down...

“Quiet strength,” is often a compliment given to those who hold their emotions and worries inside, especially men., But is this a true...

“What They Don’t Tell You about Hurricanes.”  By Phillip Gerard, is a deeply touching, firsthand account of what it’s like to live...

Fifteen years ago, when I became a yoga teacher, I loved the creativity involved in planning my classes by blending the right songs and...

Twelve years ago, my friend, Mandy, asked me if I could recommend a therapist that might work with her. I was happy to introduce her to...

The sun woke up today, and I did too.  Birds chirp outside the window to my left, while my old dog Jack sinks into the heated blanket at...