Marie Kondo’s sometimes ruthless tactics toward sparking joy in one’s home—especially one’s closet—seemed wildly original in their frankness when they first hit the US. Take everything you own out of its place and touch it, making sure you really love it, before putting it backread more
I’m a vegan, and I eat honey. As I type that sentence, part of me cringes in fear at the thought of the Vegan Police descending like storm troopers into my apartment to arrest me for breaking the law. For the most part, such “laws”read more
1 When I was in school, my extended family members used to mock me during the summer for the stack of books I always had on my nightstand, which often extended pool-side. I’d get deep wrinkles on the backs of my thighs from sitting onread more
Is it too late to make a New Year’s Resolution? Okay, how about just an Anytime Resolution (the better kind, in my experience, since they lack all that silly pressure and arbitrariness)? Mine isn’t something quantifiable, or even nutrition or health-based (I’m all set onread more
This post almost didn’t happen. For several weeks, I’ve been running uncharacteristically late for things, a new trait I attribute to any or all of the following on a given day: slow computer/MTA/doctor’s-office receptionists/generalized anxiety/acute high-functioning depression/wet nail polish/wind/too many unreasonable work deadlines/mid-life-crisis brain/muscle strains/early-March winds.read more
There are a lot of skin metaphors out there: beauty is only skin deep; have a thick skin; feel (un)comfortable in your skin; you’re getting under my skin. What they all speak to is the fact that our skin is the most important barrier of, orread more
The other morning I met a coworker for coffee after my morning yoga class and on our way to the office. It was a gorgeous day—eerily so, especially for late-February in New York City—and she asked me how class was by saying, “So, did youread more
It started Memorial Day weekend. I was days away from completing my 5-month-long, 200-hour yoga teacher training program and, honestly, was in the best shape of my life. My limbs were sculpted in the long, lean, cliche-yogi way now ubiquitously <3’d on Instagram, I hadread more
I have a thing about being late. The thing is: I hate it. I have about a 5-minute patience window for lateness on others’ parts—I realize that some things are really out of our control, like public transportation—but an even narrower window for myself. I’ve calculated toread more
We’re approaching the time of year that for me feels the most stagnant and frustrating: February. The glow from the holidays, and your post-holiday detox, is likely to have worn off, and if you live on the east coast like me a seemingly permanent greyread more
