07 Mar Crazy and Sane
When I was a kid, I could only stare at my birthday candles while people sang happy birthday. On my wedding day, as I walked down the aisle and then stood on in front of a floating dock full of guests, I could not make...
When I was a kid, I could only stare at my birthday candles while people sang happy birthday. On my wedding day, as I walked down the aisle and then stood on in front of a floating dock full of guests, I could not make...
*Spoiler Alert for those who have not yet seen the movie, The Life of Pi. Last Saturday was a tough day. It rained. Hard. I fought. Harder. I cried. Hardest. I replied to a text sent by one of my best friend's asking me how I...
As much as I would like to be the kind of person who hears lines of poetry narrating their day-to-day life...
Grace. It was the word the yoga instructor asked us to think about moments before starting our 90 minute practice on Thanksgiving morning. This annual, Thanksgiving class is free, but donations are accepted to benefit a nonprofit organization and this year it was Yoga Behind Bars....
I hate the word victim. To me, it evokes feelings of helplessness, weakness, passivity--of being life's doormat. All of these things stand in antithesis to how I see myself. I consider myself someone who takes control of their life. Someone who takes responsibility and makes...
I believe in Karma. The word Karma comes from Eastern religions such as Hindu and Buddhism. The literal translation is "action" or "deed," but it is understood as that which causes an entire cycle of cause and effect. Although its origins are ancient, it has been...
[caption id="attachment_1618" align="alignright" width="1024"] Image credit- aswirly.com[/caption] It was just before midnight on that muggy August night. My windows were down. I took the winding back roads so that I could take my time, turn the radio up, and remember the feeling of the hot wind of my hometown...
I have never written a book review, but because I loved this book by so much, I am inspired to write this. Dani Shapiro grew up as an only child in an orthodox Jewish home in New Jersey. Her reserved, devout father died in a tragic car...
There are two beliefs that flow like an undercurrent beneath all the stratified layers of anxiety in my life. The details of our pasts make up the individual patches in the quilt of our lives and those patches are vital to the patterns we create in our future. And...
I loathed high school. I maintain that it was the worst, four, consecutive years of my life. I also forged some of the most important friendships during that time with some of the most outrageous memories. College was okay. Most of time I felt bipolar. One minute I was partying like...