I’m not an objective storyteller. None of us is, honestly. As a teenager, I had moderate-to-severe Rheumatoid Arthritis. I had all kinds of support and braces on the outside of my body and drugs on the inside, and at the age of nineteen I walked with a cane. The RA…

Nine years ago, I was introduced to the concept of a Birth Plan. Aside from planning to give birth, the term is an oxymoron at best. …

This hippie mama is not going to fight with her child over tech Like many Gen Xers, I was raised by Woody Woodpecker. I spent hours every day learning how to evade authority with wooden mallets, blatant lies, and hiding in holes. Captain Stubing from Love Boat was my father-figure…

Ayurveda offers simple ways to calm your mind through your diet We‘ve entered the moment when planners and non-planners alike are equally freaking out. And yet, somehow, we still have to meal prep. Because an amazing amount of adulting includes deciding what to eat every day. …

The 5000-year-old mind-body science, simplified. Ayurveda (aye-yoor-VAY-deh) is a 5000-year-old natural medicine, teaching us how to live in harmony with our own nature (microcosm) and the world around us (macrocosm). Ayurveda provides a map of how your daily choices, your intellect, spirituality, and biology work together to create your current…

Overcoming the isolation of chronic pain — We were in the church basement. I’m certain it was adequately lit, but my memory has downgraded it to a scene from The Blair Witch Project, with dark gray cement walls and cryptic etchings on the walls. We were attending a workshop called “Hands-On Healing,” which was totally outside my…

How my post-breakup purchases showed me what I really wanted in the relationship — How does one justify spending money on a flimsy piece of fabric that no one is going to see? I couldn’t, so that coveted little robe flopped in and out of my digital shopping cart and haunted my sidebars for at least 18 months. I was well into the second…

The time of overconsumption is upon us. It was a perfectly glazed fruit tart perched on the corner of the buffet table. You know the kind: impossibly shiny peach slices teasingly fanned out and dotted with undeniably out-of-season blueberries. My eyeballs tried to grow taste buds. …

I’m incredibly practical; I contain generations of mathematician DNA. I practice Ayurvedic medicine as both a deeply poetic and infinitely logical science. I don’t prescribe self-massage as a practice of self-love or meditation, even though it could be. …