About a year and a half ago I started a formal meditation practice. Much like my resistance to starting the practice of yoga—I wasn’t convinced that I “needed” to get more connected with my body, slow down, and relax—I cycled through all the cliche reasonsread more

Feeling unwell often results in a sense of desperation. For myself, I know that my typically regimented and disciplined set of routines falls apart when my body and mind aren’t speaking the same language; in an attempt to feel better, I’m prone to making hastyread more

Whether it’s fear/frustration over the temperature, the selection of vegetables on our dinner plates, or the style and color of the shoes we wear, seasonality has become a primary gauge of worth in our culture. Valiant attempts to abate climate change, or at the veryread more

When my sister and I were young–and let’s face it, this tradition lasted long past we could call ourselves that—our mom would show off her cunning side with our yearly Easter egg hunt. It was normally too cold to hide eggs outside like they do with great fanfareread more

When I attended last year’s Seed Food and Wine Festival in Miami, there was a lot of discussion about changing the face of veganism—to be more blunt about it, changing the skin color and bank account balance of veganism. As Instagram and other online mediaread more

I think and talk a lot about reframing situations to make them more manageable and/or more pleasant. Stuck on line at Trader Joe’s? Meditate. Out of cash to get fruit at the fruit stand for breakfast? Make it a savory one instead. Wishing every mealread more

When I felt I’d reached a true low point in my life at the ripe age of 26, apathetic about my career, regretting all the choices I’d made leading up to it, and feeling the physical ache of constant low-grade stress gripping my hip flexors and shoulders, Iread more

For the past eleven years, I’ve dealt on and off (mostly on) with intense digestive issues ranging from abdominal cramping and distention, constipation, and a “full” feeling that creeps up into my throat and is the antithesis of the good kind of full-feeling after you’ve hadread more

I grew up signing, rocking out to boy bands on my discman during car rides to Long Island, performing in choirs, and knowing that it felt good in my body to sing even if it wasn’t “good enough” (according to me, that is) to warrantread more

My yoga teacher has arranged our arms in Gomukhasana, Cow Face Pose, with a small looped strap around our wrists. It feels like a straight jacket in reverse, but she starts drawing circles with her elbows in a pattern that makes me miss my childhoodread more