Comfort in Challenging Days

I LOVE Half Price Books. When I’m having a really bad day, I visit my friend Saht* at Steep and Brew for a latte, then sit cross-legged on the floor in the budget books section, drinking coffee and carefully selecting a stack of $2 novels based only on the title and cover art. A few

Dumpster Fire. At least it’s warm.

I asked my mom about sending out a snarky Christmas card last year that was exactly three sentences long, encapsulating the vortex of doom that was my 2016. She just sent back a photo saying it might just be an easier explanation.   Celebrity deaths and horrific political events aside, in 2016: 1. I admitted
I don’t make New Years resolutions. I gave up on them years ago when I realized that – like everyone else – I was bailing out by January 9th at 2 pm and was tired of feeling like a failure. I do, however, make little, insignificant changes my brain won’t even notice…like “take a Vitamin D


We all have these deep dark secrets that contradict everything we show to those around us.  Mine: I don’t hate winter. I have bitched and moaned and complained about winter VERY loudly on social media and to anyone that will listen to me bitch and moan… I moved from California screaming and kicking and holding

Take a G#/@!mn Vacation, Already!

I’ve always been a really fucking responsible human being. A few ill-advised frat party appearances in college aside, I make pretty damn adult decisions. I got straight A’s until college and have just one B and one C* (please read that footnote) on my undergrad transcript. Before I hit 24, I had worked on Capitol

i see you. can you see me?

what if we all wore signs around our necks? “the thought of asking for what i need completely cripples me.” we told those around us what we fear the most. “i worry that I don’t matter.” we were transparent about the things that make up our darkness. “i’m afraid you’ll shove me away if you

Being a Vulnerable Coach

I posted this on my professional Facebook page last night and after a little bit of contemplation, decided to share it on my personal page. The response was pretty overwhelming. I thought clients needed to hear it. I thought that the people who come to us for help needed to know that health professionals struggle
Hook: there are a couple recipes at the end of this blog. I’ve been subsisting on a rather dubious diet of coffee, cottage cheese and baby carrots lately and today at around 9 am, I found myself wallowing in a sticky vat of self-pity and ick when I really needed to get the lead out

I Love You.

I took a yoga class on Tuesday with one of my dearest, sweetest friends and teachers, Katie Hill. There was the usual invitation to set an intention, something I usually brush off with a bullshit thing like “I’ll be present each moment.” (which is not intrinsically bullshit, it’s just a cop out, rookie answer for

Crisis of Faith

I don’t believe in “God” in the traditional sense. I believe that each human is divine in a way. That we’re meeting god each time we interact with ourselves and each other. That prayer is in showing up to the energy that we create and converse with, often through emotions and physical experiences and human