I am a yoga instructor, health coach and beer lover. Some people hear about the first two and assume that I don’t eat chocolate or meat or dairy or sugar

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Yes, that’s my belly. Yes, it’s sick of the bullshit. It’s sick of hearing about what it should look like from billboards and magazines and commercials and my own stupid

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The workshop was actually called Awakening the Power of Spirit: The Science of Tantra Yoga. Yeah, to me it was a Tantra Party. I’m sick as I write this, the Universe

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If you know me at all, you’ll know that I am heavily influenced by what I see and read. The consummate Dabbler, I flit from interest to interest, becoming hugely immersed. Sometimes

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I just returned last night from a glorious week in Arizona. To 30 degree, slush-filled Chicago streets. Moving on.

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Know what’s fun? Flowing to dubstep. Not for every practice. Certainly not for teaching. I know it’s over. I KNOW. But once in a while, when you’re down for an

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How is it the end of January already? As usual, I’ve been craving something sweet and chocolatey. It must be the cold-as-crap weather we’ve been having today in Chicago. Yesterday

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It’s eye-opening how much weight and importance we place into the labels for ourselves. I like labels; they make everything neat and tidy. But all too often, people, events, life,

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Know who’s pretty awesome? Seane Corn. I got to take her Chakra workshop this past weekend at Moksha, and I gotta say: Good. Stuff.

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I’m on a full-on popsicle-making kick. If you think about it, popsicles are the perfect medium for flavor experimentation: all you need is a blender, molds, and a little inspiration.

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