prelude to a divorce

Some moments from my past are bright and clear and stay in sharp focus in my memory with all of their sensory aspects intact.  These memories are like markers between distinct phases of my life.  For example,  I remember the exact moment I let go of my marriage.   The anxiety that had built inside of me was like […]

A suspect in the road rage shooting is finally arrested, and we all exhale.

On Friday I had the honor of teaching yoga for four freshman PE classes at my daughter’s all-girls high school.  My approach with these classes was to focus on stress management and self-awareness through some guided meditation and yoga poses.  The students came streaming into the room, about 40 in each class, all giggly and chatty.  I heard some of the girls in one of the classes coming […]

108 reasons- a stream of consciousness ode to my yoga practice

1.  alignment 2.  learn to relax 3.  prepare for meditation 4.  build strength 5.  take it with me 6.  new friendships 7.  flexibility 8.  fall prevention 9.  laboratory for life 10.  find my safe edge 11.  digestive health 12.  become witness to self 13.  antidote for sitting at a computer 14.  yoga sutras 15.  mental, […]

Struggling with last week’s murder, and helping my children cope…

Several days ago I wrote about how my children witnessed the aftermath of a shooting in our neighborhood.  If you want to read about it, you can click here.  My kids are processing their feelings about it in different ways.  My 17-year-old daughter had horrible nightmares a few nights ago.  She dreamt about stepping over bodies after a massacre at a […]

Attachment parenting 20 years later, or “Babywear this!”

When my first child was born 20 years ago, “attachment parenting” was a new and somewhat controversial child-rearing philosophy which involved strict adherence to a demanding set of rules and behaviors including: natural birthing, leaving boys uncircumcised, babywearing, breast-feeding and child-led weaning, co-sleeping, not allowing babies to “cry-it-out”, practicing positive discipline, and so on.  While I didn’t like to put a label on the way I […]

wherein my children witness the aftermath of a murder…and I contemplate my own nature

Phone calls at five o’clock in the morning bringing news of the death of a loved one by crocodile attack tend to have a life-long PTSD effect on a person, at least that’s what I’m noticing.  Thus, when my phone rings unexpectedly, I instinctively brace myself emotionally and listen for any sign of bad news about to […]