A Dirty Yoga Mat, Fear, and Monkey Puke

Six years ago, I gave up everything I owned and loved, packed a backpack and bought a one-way ticket to India. I ran from my fear and doubt and grief and into the land of Holy Cows and spicy food. … Continue reading

I Want Things to be Different. Grief Sucks.

  No one wants to feel grief. It’s a real bitch. Yet, it’s an experience we must have as humans. It feels pervasive these days. The election brought it to the forefront of society. And my own disintegration of my … Continue reading