On Being Your Worst

My junior year of college I was selected with another female from our theatre department to drive to Chicago for a film starring opposite Claire Danes. I guess they were looking for an unknown, and my professor sent along our set designer to chaperone and drive us...

The Death of Manny

Somehow, I hadn’t planned on any of my students dying before me.  Like a mother unable to understand outliving her son, losing Manny has been confusing. Mostly because I don’t want to live on this planet without him. I don’t want to live without his truth and...

Yoga Teachers Mess Up, Too

I’m down to the last scraps of bar soap for a shower, and too overwhelmed this morning to even pick up the linens I managed to drop off at the laundry days ago. Thank God I have coffee, and creamer as I write and work through piles on my desk of equally amazing...

The Devil Wears Summer

I live for summer. I like it hot. Throwing on a dress post swim, adding just lip color to an already sun kissed look. Taking off to some live music under the stars is what life’s made of. That first dive into the pool so precious, I could cry. Traumatized since grade...

Depression and The Marigolds

I have to admit I never quite knew depression. Standing in the greenhouse of a local nursery, I knew I wanted bright colored flowers. Something cheery I thought as the store clerk directed me to ones that can handle full sun. Mystics say you should stare at the sun a...