Letting Love Carry MeNot long after I left my abuser, I decided to run the New York City Marathon. As I scanned the list of charity partners, the Center Against…Aug 14, 2018Aug 14, 2018
A Wounded HealerI’m unhappy but dispassionate as I explain to my classes how I’ll need to move very minimally. As I cue classes from the corner, I feel…Aug 13, 2018Aug 13, 2018
Joy“When was the last time you felt joy?” my therapist asks me in session, and I have to think for a minute.Feb 20, 2018Feb 20, 2018
I Keep GoingIt’s late on a Saturday morning, so the pool is full. I sit on the deck and fidget with my swimming cap and goggles, hesitating several…Feb 12, 2018Feb 12, 2018
Moving On: Part 2 (continued)I’m crushed by the weight of my grief, my loneliness and my sense of being trapped. I almost scream seeing another set of runners take off…Feb 8, 2018Feb 8, 2018
Moving On: Part 1Like so many other little girls, when I was a child I fantasized about how I might one day wear a beautiful, white wedding dress. When that…Feb 6, 2018Feb 6, 2018
Healing In CommunityI’ve been teaching yoga for veterans as long as I’ve been teaching yoga. When I started, I was transitioning from a not very successful…Jan 24, 2018Jan 24, 2018
Here Comes The SunI’m standing in my kitchen in the middle of the day talking to a friend when my husband wakes up and comes downstairs. He walks behind me…Jan 12, 2018Jan 12, 2018
