I love encountering an author for the first time. There are those rare times that, within the first few sentences, you know this person will become an influential voice in your life.
I’ve always had a fear of kicking up into handstand – scared that my hands (never have two palms and ten fingers seemed so small!) wouldn’t hold me; that my arm bones would turn to dust and crumble beneath my weight.
A few weeks ago, I was approached by Lululemon to participate in their “25 Days of Yoga”: for each day in December, a yogi will be featured as a live window display, practicing yoga in the Newbury Street storefront.
Last weekend, my friends and I completed the Cohasset Triathlon: an hour and a half (give or take) race featuring an open-water swim, bike, and run.
I dreaded bedtime when I was younger. Not only because the word meant the nearing end of my Nick at Nite marathon, but because “bedtime” also meant hours of tossing and turning and staring at the ceiling and trying to count sheep.