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.

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

Set-Backs & Steps-Forward.

“Have you ever experienced burnout?” the program director asks me. “Of course,” I answer. “Tell me about it,” he says. I’m interviewing for a residency position in Emergency Medicine and I could just cry I’m so happy this question is being asked–and by a program director, no less. The notes section of my phone and

Find What Heals

The other day a friend said to me out of the blue, “Jessica, are you happy?” He said it like he meant it–and not in the unspoken I’ll-promise-to-be-interested-in-how-you-are-as-long-as-you-promise-to-keep-everything-but-“good”-to-yourself kind of way. I felt his sincerity and without a moment’s hesitation I answered, “Today? Not a drop.” And it’s true. Today I don’t have any heartwarming