“You’re not a Marine. You don’t need to kiss the floor,” Stephanie said. Wait, what? I was struggling to do off-the-knees push-ups in my personal trainer’s studio. Calling Stephanie “my”...
There is something powerful about hearing someone name their own transformation — not in polished marketing language, but in honest reflection about what shifted inside them. Again and...
“Stop taking your lover to the bathroom,” Venerable Bhikkhu Paññākāra told the crowd. We all burst out laughing, forgetting that we were standing in sub-freezing weather. He was talking...
It’s been three weeks since my husband and I returned from our first visit to Australia. Yes, I have adorable photos of tree-hugging koalas and video of a mother kangaroo and her baby...
It’s Sunday, a week since we returned from our first visit to Australia. A friend texted me a couple of days ago saying, “You must have whiplash leaving sunny Australia to come home to...
The last few days of December always feel like a space between breaths for me. It’s that point where you have just completed your exhale but have not quite turned toward your next inhale....
It's that time of year again, when you might find yourself heading to the post office for holiday shipments. This two-part story about a major mindfulness failure on my part still makes me...
Central to my mindfulness practice is a question I return to several times a day: “What’s most important right now? What action can I take to be part of the solution?” Sometimes the...
It never ceases to amaze me how the universe drops opportunities into my lap when I am living and working in alignment with my purpose. Stepping back from work and people who did not spark...
On windy days, it can be hard to find stability. This is true in photography and in life. On a recent trip to Colorado, I had all sorts of stories running through my head when our single...
I’m writing from Sisters, Oregon today, where our family has gathered to celebrate my nephew’s retirement from the Marine Corps. The air is charged with laughter, memories, and the quiet...
I woke up feeling a sense of dread. “Ugh,” I thought. “It’s baseball game day.” I forced myself to remember the excited expression on our 12-year-old Afghan girl’s face when she said,...