"Yeeaahh!" the yoga instructor roared, a deep guttural sound emerging from her throat. She sounded like she was celebrating a bowling strike after downing an entire pitcher of Bud Light all by herself. I was disturbed. At the start of class, this instructor's volume combined with the harshness of our already prickly and fricative English… Continue reading Why is my yoga teacher yelling at me?
Recently, my dreams have been filled with memories of being 17, of being free and beholden to no one. I blast Weeknd from my car speakers, remembering Friday afternoons in June 2002 -- driving to University Park to meet my friends where we'll have a water fight and lay in each others laps and make daisy chains… Continue reading A Reminder
in a rebel waltz we follow 1-2-3 time place body in bed by 9 hit snooze buttons no more than twice arrive at 7:15 cc bosses hang parking pass from rear view to avoid reprimand and repeat make eye contact and nod to imply listening we breathe deeply before responding, jot down notes before maybe… Continue reading rebel waltz
At the end of my Senior year in high school, my philosophy teacher, Mr Knox, assigned us our final project. He taught us the word ‘ineffable’, meaning an experience that can’t be described in words. He asked us to craft presentations inspired by an ineffable experience from our lives. My buddies and I were avid… Continue reading The Ineffable Project: Exploring Humanity Apart from Academia
If you're paying attention at all, you know how dichotomous existence is right now: hope and despair around every turn. Last Monday, I walked out of the office for the Partnership for Safety and Justice feeling hopeful. I'd like to tell you that story to show how figuring out what's next for the millions of people who… Continue reading What’s next may be easier than it seems
My Aunti was in town from Hawaii and somehow managed to acquire nearly a dozen garden grown tomatoes. She very sweetly gifted them to me. Now if you typically avoid nightshades like me, you may struggle to get through one tomato in a week, but I was determined not to let these gifts of nurture and nature go… Continue reading Chicken, Mushroom & Feta Stuffed Tomatoes
It makes sense to start in a copy room — one of the only places where adults have contact with other adults during a busy day in a middle school. While I hate small talk and typically avoid it at all costs, it is indeed the only way to eventually break into real talk. What… Continue reading Confrontations on S*#^ That Matters
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