There isn’t much more of an emotional experience for me than driving through Downtown Los Angeles to the San Fernando Valley then back again; a route I know all too well yet still find so much nuance and newness in. It’s the path from the place I live now...
When I was twelve, I read the book The Giver by Lois Lowry. A sort of Brave New World for the tween set, it’s about a confined society in which everything is Just So all the time. A society that’s been converted to “Sameness” – a plan...
I opened the photo file and gasped. My hand rested on my chest, keeping my deep-V sweater in place on what I remembered was an unusually chilly spring day. It had misted in Venice that weekend – a not-quite-drizzle not-quite-overcast-fog that, of course, sent...
“I can’t do that kind of yoga. It’s too slow.” She stared at me with an ice sheet over her eyes, a look that darted back and forth and when it hit me it seared right through and past me. If you do yoga every day, or every week, how is this kind...
It was almost a decade ago but I hear the words like minutes have passed. Sobbing on a friend’s couch, head buried into his sweatshirt-covered shoulder, after he called me up and told me I needed to take a second look at my life. I cried at the realization, I cried at...
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