The other day I received a bird in the mail. Not a real bird, of course, but a crane nonetheless.…
A Swim to Remember
It was the kind of morning that made me wonder why our government hasn’t yet (to the best of my…
Another Bionic Tale (Tail?)
Waiting for my nighttime appointment to begin at my podiatrist’s office, I did what I always do: I watched the…
Memories of a bike gone awry
Sometimes, moving your body at the slowest and most deliberate pace possible elicits remarkable awakenings and realizations. It makes you…
My (Therapeutically-Bracketed) Day
It was a full-body scan, holistically therapeutic kind of day. Literally. From the tips of my toes to the top…
A Midwinter Night’s Steam
How else to beat the winter chills than to indulge in an Epsom-salted bath? Which was exactly the antidote I…
My Body, My Poet
“The great thing in the world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving.”…
Inside & Outside of Pain
In Bel Canto, a book I just finished reading last weekend (& loved!), author Ann Patchett, perfectly evokes the power…
My kind of Christmas
It was a Christmas weekend unlike any other, especially for me, as I typically don’t celebrate this holiday. However, this…
A Corner Where Pain & Hope Meet
It’s heartbreaking to watch and listen to a person describe their unrelenting and debilitating pain; to hear how they have…
Healing Pilgrim 