Performers Rising

Yoga is acting. A born performer, I knew the moment I connected to my breath and moved my body in rhythm to it, I was experiencing the same high and Divine connection I felt on stage. It was a godsend because it meant I could live life without always having to be...

Lockdown Lowdown

It’s interesting, this space, isn’t it?  No opportunities for new memories to form, we experience pause and remember a moment not too far back, when life was different and the connection now, so dear. In normal times we would not reflect on it, a lost thought and...

Keep Walking

If I look back on my adult life…and the scariest of times, they were defining moments of my character. The decision to move to New York, for acting, when my parents wanted me to teach English. The decision to move to New Mexico, for art, when colleagues warned career...

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...

The Path is Not Sexy

I don’t recognize myself in the mirror these days, like my skin is molting, and the metamorphoses happening so constantly now I feel like a Science experiment. Every part of me being probed, and examined. The universe testing on me—the strange, the real, the painful...

Whiskey Tears and Outlaws

I was brought to my knees more than once in Nashville. I grew up on old country. I had The Judds Greatest Hits on cassette tape my stepmother let me blare in car rides home. I wailed to Patsy Cline before I knew what heartbreak was—except I did. Daddy divorced Mama...