Growing up, I hated brushing my teeth. For years I only pretended to brush them. I thought I was pretty smart, but all it really got me was a mouth full of silver fillings.
I spent yesterday scurrying down the local shopping strip in the rain, getting completely whipped in to a frenzy that I had not bought enough gifts.
One comment I hear a lot is, I don’t have time to do any sort of mind-body practice. I get that. As a working mom of two kids 3 and under, I really do. And yet, my response to this comment is, Oh yes you do.
I’m honored to part of the virtual book tour for Hot (Sweaty) Mamas — an inspiring and practical guide to making fitness a part of your life.
My in-laws, who cooked and cleaned for five boys, have a theory about cleaning the kitchen: Do what you can while you can. Which is exactly how you should approach stress reduction.
In our new life in Providence, we rent an ark of an apartment with double the space we had in Brooklyn. While I love our new spot, I’ve been surprised at how much I yearn to fill every nook and cranny.
Softness gets a bad rap in our society. “He’s gone soft” is a put-down. Having an iron will is a prime indicator of success. But there’s power in being mentally, emotionally, and even physically soft…
My family and I are moving in 10 short days. Which explains why most nights find me sorting our stuff in to move, sell, or give away piles. But there’s one other particular pile that I want to talk about today: stuff that needs fixing.