Was making eye contact in yoga class. Me, in down dog, butt right up in the air. Geez, can’t you find another time? Or worst, at the grocery store, while I was trying…
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The pressure was on. The big day was coming. When I was young, we called it the Saint Marianne’s week. A whole week with parties, one for every group of friends I had, plus…
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Telling stories is my shit sandwich. If you feel as keen about your craft, your business or your creative endeavor as I am about words and sharing the love, and are looking for some…
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Who says we’ve got this right to live when others are dying so young. It’s not a right, it’s a privilege. …
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It’s been a year. The adage has proven to be true; time does heal. But in ways I never expected. Things I never thought needed to heal. A year ago my boyfriend left. I…
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Bixiing my way to September’s Creative Morning. Running late, as one does on a Friday morning (couldn’t resist that chocolate protein shake with bananas and heavily buttered toasts – a girl needs to fuel…
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It cost me a little under 2K to realize that the dream I’ve been holding on to for years at this point might actually be more of a nightmare. As glamorized as it is…
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So there I was, sitting one old cushion my grandma gave me, moving my arms around like a crazy lady. Kundalini yoga, they call it. Barney’s time, my dad renamed it, in honor of…
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I’m so sick and tired of myself, my own BS, the stories I tell myself to pretend that I’m fine. I’m not. I’m fucking screwed. And I don’t even want to say that because…
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For the last five years, vacation meant cycling. I couldn’t leave without my bike. My ride was my freedom. Today, after more than a week on vacation, I finally went for a tour. I…
