What I learned watching the slow development of my depression. I started thinking about writing this post in 2018. I hadn’t yet Googled “signs of depression”. I thought about writing this post again in 2019. This time I mustered the courage to use the internet, and it surfaced a bulleted…

Spoiler alert: you don’t need a mat. — When people learn I’m a yoga teacher they start to share all sorts of self-deprecating details like, “I haven’t been able to see my toes in a decade” or “I know I should try yoga but I’m just so busy”. …

I’m pretty sure it was all the pink that had me drawing parallels. Surrounded by hundreds on bikes in pink shirts, riding through the streets of Manhattan yesterday, I had flashbacks to January 21, 2017. That Saturday was a bright, cold winter day that drew 1–2% of the American population…

“Why Are All The Black Kids Sitting Together In The Cafeteria?” was in my Amazon cart for 18 months at the start of quarantine. I lost my job, so I figured I finally had the time and clicked Check Out. I didn’t yet know the irony of using Amazon —…

There’s something of a trope that’s developed about doing yoga. “I’ve never felt worse after a yoga class” people say as they convince themselves to go. For years this was true for me. I had a coworker who told me she could always tell when I’d gone—or hadn’t—to yoga class…

One night in late March, on a newly-instituted nightly family Zoom, my dad cracked a mischievous smile. “Hey,” he interjected. “I heard something really funny this morning. Michael [friend] told me that all the kids are moving home. Can you believe it?” We were a couple of weeks into the…

When I think about the most honest thing that’s happening for me right now, it’s this: I have no idea what the fuck I’m supposed to be doing. One minute I romanticize the life and work I had before. The freedom to create my own schedule, the fresh air and…

“It’s the end of the beginning,” Governor Cuomo said Monday, quoting Winston Churchill. Minimizing the spread of corona virus over the past five weeks has required a colossally different approach than we as a society have ever before employed. It’s required us to think about each other, constantly. As we…

When I was 27 I decided to try group therapy. “Why are you interested in being here?” Dr. Jones asked me during an intake interview. Therapists carefully construct their groups — taking pains to choose just the right collection of humans to mimic a safe but challenging real-life microcosm. “I…