The opening line of The Descendents–which I’ve just cracked for my next beach read–is: The sun is shining, mynah birds are chattering, palms trees are swaying, so what. To my
I’m freshly back to the mainland from spending almost 3 weeks in Hawaii. That means 3 weeks in sweltering sun, wild jungle tromps, seaside naps between ocean dips. In other
You’ve been there: After a retreat, workshop, or even a deep conversation–the kind of mind-blowing, perception-altering experience that leaves you unquestionably changed–it hits. You’re inexplicably tired, or moody, or just
“Spirit works through us. We are the medicine.” —Grace Alvarez Sesma, Chicana/Kumiai/Yoeme, Curanderismo, the Healing Art of Mexico Costa Rica is a time warp. As soon as I notice how
The past month has been a whirlwind. A blessed, bellowing, autumnal whirlwind. I completed my prenatal yoga teacher training with two of my incredible teachers, helped out at Yoga Journal’s
This past month–no, these past six months have been a whirlwind. A good one. Costa Rica, Chicago, Colorado. Love, adventure, travel, yoga, love again. My head has been hazy with transitions and
I left for Costa Rica in March. After 3 months teaching, learning, and becoming incredibly tan and bug-bitten, I’m just now realizing how transformed I am. Coming back to Chicago
It’s almost here! Saturday, June 21–the first day of summer, or the summer solstice–marks the day with the most hours of sunlight; from here on out, the days get shorter as
Romance on the road is not easy. Sure, the random hookup or make out on the dance floor is fairly straightforward, but sometimes you want more connection. It seems like
Spending time in Costa Rica isn’t exactly difficult: The past three months I haven’t stayed more than 5 minutes from a beach, I have the best tan of my life,
