The Art of Networking: How to Approach It and Why You Should Care

Just before heading off to residency I was asked to be a part of a panel on demystifying the art of networking. And because I’ve always been very transparent about how much of my success (whatever that is) is owed to the help of others, it’s something I’m asked about often. Now that I’ve finally achieved

A privileged heterosexual middle-class skinny white woman’s honest un-polished real-time experience of inclusivity training – Part One.

I’m doing an “inclusivity training for yoga” right now, because Bhav Brigade is a nonprofit yoga platform built on the tenets of accessibility and inclusivity and as it’s co-founder (one that happens to be all the things we tend to welcome in with open arms as a society) it’s important that I walk the talk.

How trust turned my hopeless SF Bay Area real estate hunt into an actual rose garden.

I’m moving to the west coast in thirty days. Where will I live? I don’t know. But what I do know is that I’m going to be okay. Everything will be okay. Always. Because it already is. I trust you, Life. This is the place from which I choose to operate, because when I do, I

Grasping Aparigraha

“Throughout college and my years in the army, I practiced racquetball in much of the same way I would later practice yoga: I made a study of it. Toward the end of this time I was watching two advanced players. The younger one was rushing about. The older one seemed to play with very little

Can we all just agree there’s no monopoly on suffering?

It’s become a pissing contest, particularly in American society, of who’s suffered more, of who’s endured the most trauma and lived to tell the tale. How often do we feel the spoken and unspoken question asked, “Who are you to suffer–who are you to cry trauma or claim hardship–when there’s x y and z happening

Lotus Flowers & Shit Days.

I woke up today with a sharp pain beneath my left shoulder blade, so intense it takes my breath away. I know this pain well–it’s been visiting from time to time since I was 20–residual from a bad car accident years ago. I breathe through the spasms and continue about my morning, stopping first at

The Love Languages of Giving and Receiving.

My love language for giving is speech. My heart most naturally flows from my body in the form of words and the way it shows up in the world tangibly is through writing and in yoga. When I teach yoga I speak rather than show–I prefer verbal adjustments over physical (largely out of practicality because

The underrated simple joys of living.

“We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.”  – E.B. White A handful of simple tasks that I would normally complain about back home, but I’ve found during my time here in Coromandel to bring inexplicable joy: Hanging freshly washed laundry