Latchkey OG
“You were made for this,” the owner of Biker Barre, who’s also a dear friend, said as I assembled a plan for how Capitol Hill’s favorite indoor cycling + barre studio could provide online content to...
View ArticleCOVID Confinement: Day One
Day One: March 16, 2020 I suppose Saturday, after I ran those last remaining errands, should count as Day One, but today, Monday, is our first true day of COVID-interruptus. I normally dread weekdays...
View ArticleWhat to expect when expecting a pandemic
The last few days have stirred up a frenetic energy reserved for the anticipation of a big snow storm. The toilet paper aisle at grocery stores is ravaged, pantries are stocked with dry goods that...
View ArticleThe countdown to Pitch Wars (aka #BoostMyBio)
Obviously, if you scroll through my blog posts, you’ll notice I’m intermittent with my blogging, but that doesn’t mean I’m not constantly writing. A recovering Senate staffer, I’m lucky enough to have...
View Articlequiet your thinking brain…
If you’ve been in a yoga class, you might have heard some version of “quiet your thinking brain.” Eliminate the monkey chatter. Clear your head of thoughts. Let go of anything not serving you. Yeah,...
View ArticleBurn, baby, burn
I keep my house a cool 65 degrees in the winter. Friends and family know to dress in layers when they come over. Echoes of Jimmy Carter’s “put on a sweater” come from my mouth when the kids complain;...
View Articlelet them eat pound cake
All week, my older son kept asking me to make the pound cake I made on New Year’s Eve. “It’s so good mom. That’s my choice for our Super Bowl food.” Setting aside that pound cake is NOT football food,...
View Articletwo years later
On this day two years ago, in a flurry of both impatience and tears, I signed my own discharge papers as George Washington University Hospital deemed me ready to go home, where I would spend the next...
View Article365 days of headstand
A previously little known fact I’m now sharing with the internet: I’m a yoga teacher who is scared of doing a headstand. Oh, I don’t mind cuing students into sirsasana. I can look at a body moving...
View Articlemy five-day fling with FitBit
Disclaimer: I know millions of Americans, a few whom I dearly love, enthusiastically rely on FitBit to count steps and monitor activity in the spirit of accountability. While [spoiler alert] this...
View ArticleOn New Year’s Day
I sneezed my way through leading a yoga class on intention setting today, while procrastinating committing to my own. First I needed the right markers to set myself up for success. And the elusive...
View ArticleThis year in writing
In the spirit of retrospection—and also recognizing that without Facebook to update the friendly masses on my writerly aspirations, contributing to my underused blog is the best way to let the world...
View ArticleMy favorite reads of 2017
I just added to Goodreads the latest (and probably last) read in 2017, marking 110 books read this year, 35 more than the goal I set in January. I hear you ask: how do you have so much time to read?...
View Articleon daily gratitude
Earlier this year, I tried to make identifying five things I’m grateful for part of my pre get-out-of-bed routine. I hummed along for a few weeks, but mornings with two teenage boys can easily grow...
View Articlethen and now
One year ago, I woke up eager to get out of the house after being snowed in for a week. Being “snowed in” in the DC metro area means something different than it does in farther northern reaches....
View ArticleMarching forward
I woke up this morning to an achy body and bursting heart. Both sensations kept me weepy all day. When the boys and I left home Saturday morning to meet up with the families who comprise our proverbial...
View Articlehello, 2017
Two days ago, I stood waist-deep in the Hawaiian surf and braced against the push-pull of the ocean. I dug my toes in the sand and tightened through the core as stronger swells moved by and through me;...
View Articlereflections on a year
The sidewalk screams happy birthday with a thin but potentially dangerous layer of black ice. I get it, 2016; you have a sadistic sense of humor. One year ago, I had more than a few lessons to learn in...
View ArticleNaNoWriMo: when failure is success
A few years ago, my writer friend, I’ll call her Pav, asked if I was participating in NaNoWriMo. I grew up in the 70s, so I thought she was saying Na-Nu Na-Nu, and if you have to look that up, you’re...
View ArticleWith gratitude
This year more than any other continually challenged me to remember all that I have. On this day of giving thanks, I share the following entries from my mental gratitude journal. Friends who feel...
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