Tagged with music

Catch Some Zzzs

Catch Some Zzzs

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.

Yogis Unite!

Yogis Unite!

This Monday morning, I taught my first class since the Boston Marathon bombing and subsequent events that rattled our city.

Christmas Without Words

Christmas Without Words

If I could transform the holiday season (steamy mugs of hot cocoa; arms cocooned by wooly sweaters; twinkling white lights against a dark winter sky) into music, it would sound something like this.