When we keep climbing the stairs of our lives, going up, and up, and up, and never pausing to look around as see how far we’ve climbed, or who is with is, it won’t just take our breath away when we finally do. It’ll knock the fucking wind out of us, lay us out on the beds we made and ask us to love them.
FIFTH CHAKRA: Vishuddha, the Throat Chakra. The right to speak.
No, not Santa stories. Not Hanukkah stories. Not even family blooper stories, although all of those do get shared as well. Instead, it’s the stories I tell myself...
I want to talk to you about this time I felt stuck. Really stuck. Really down. Really not myself. Depressed. I would actually classify this thing that happened, that I’m coming out of, as depressed. And that is scary as fuck. I have lots of reasons why it might have happened. Significant health issues, insomnia, … Continue reading THE SOUND OF SILENCE
So last Monday, a week ago, I had surgery to repair an umbilical hernia I’ve been ignoring for the last eight years. Per usual, I thought it would be no big deal. 60 minute surgery, home before noon, likely working again by 1pm. Only, to no one’s surprise but mine, that’s not exactly how it … Continue reading CORE
For my whole life, as long as I can remember, in the entire history of “Michelle Does Exercise,” I’ve been drawn to heat. Fire. Intensity. Sweat. If I ran, I ran as fast and as far and as often as I could. I’d run a 5k, fly somewhere and run four legs of a 200 mile … Continue reading FEEL AGAIN
It’s that time of year again, uh, again. You know that one. Where your life’s choices are mocked at the dinner table, your little brother wins the best child award for the 27th year in a row, and you spend a lot of quality time with reinforced lycra. Or maybe that’s just me. . . … Continue reading MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS: THE SECOND EPISODE
Burned turkey, raw turkey, turkey jerky, turkey in the snow, turkey on the beach, turkey from the store, turkey in Nebraska, and Hawaii.Turkey on a hilltop, turkey in a valley, turkey with my family, and turkey with my fRamily. Turkey for five, turkey for thirty-five, turkey in silence, turkey in jest, turkey served by me, … Continue reading Make a Mess
Charter schools, ten year old cars, overdue bills, a bustling life in the middle of the city, a network of personal and professional contacts that extends across nearly every state and a few continents, a daily yoga practice, a partner that both humbles and ignites me, writing as a profession and not just therapy, allowing … Continue reading SOMEONE THAT I USED TO KNOW
As I write this, it’s now after 10pm. I’m up, working on work projects, sitting on the couch next to my boyfriend while he works on his work projects. In between, in the pause, we’re sipping wine and working on OUR project. It’s late. We’re tired. And happy. This is becoming a regular thing, the … Continue reading LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO