Yoga & The Revolution

When a girlfriend noted what was happening in my classes by allowing eighteen and under free to join us, it took awhile to stand back and see it. It’s true the six month old was melting faces faster than I could with even the best vinyasa sequence to music. All she...

Baby, Just Roll…

The pulse of Manhattan—my feet so comfy below 2nd Ave, East Village escapes me now walking in heels up the narrow stairway to the balcony of the famous Spotted Cat on Frenchman. My New Orleans jazz guitarist, leading us during set break to watch the start of Carnival...

The Truth About Girls

I cried after watching the first episode of HBO’s GIRLS. I cried because it was so fucking beautiful, and so the show I’d want to watch, but even more—the show I should have made. That was the depth of my tears, with absolute happiness, honestly for Lena Dunham, I had...

Holiday Heartache

I’d be fine tossing 2016 as far away from memory as possible. Tested by heartache after heartache, and now so many neighbors disconnected. Yet, my job remains to sell peace, to inspire through art, how to be authentic and free… Just, what to do about the...

Family Style on Diamond Street

I’m not sure what broke my heart more, the sacredness of my morning walks down to the beach? Which was empty, except for the seagulls teaching me how to fly and the hound dog running up to sniff my calves in the ocean. Maybe it was the way my students’ faces softened...

Birthday Flashes

It’s been a real trip, around the sun this year… Heavy adulting, heartbreaking and all at once… My sister says, “You’ve been kind of M.I.A.” But I’m right here standing, because it’s clear to me how fast time flies, how truth alone sustains us. Forty years...