Humor · writing

You’ll Get It When You’re Older

Do you remember a time when you were young, perhaps your parents were having a dinner party, a Thanksgiving gathering, or a barbecue? The adults were boozing and laughing while you drank your apple juice in wide-eyed wonder, pondering the strange socialization habits of adults—like a scientist trying to understand animalistic mating rituals in the Serengeti—you were left wondering, why the… Continue reading You’ll Get It When You’re Older

mindfulness · prose · writing

Beauty Lives

Beauty lives on desks, and shelves …and everywhere you let it. A yellowed photograph, a seed, a spool of thread. A grocery list in a loved one’s writing, a feather, or an empty chair resting in the yard. It’s easier… to see the things that aren’t beautiful: the dishes, an unopened bill, a fresh zit. A… Continue reading Beauty Lives

NYC Life · prose · writing

Subway

A single strand of long blonde hair dangles from the ceiling of the subway car. I wonder to myself how this rogue hair got there. Did a 12 foot behemoth of a woman bump her head? Did someone place it there festively like a strand of icicle tinsel? My thoughts lazily bounce back and forth the length of… Continue reading Subway

Country life · prose · writing

Porch Ponderings

Bird houses put up their vacancy signs, reopening for the season. It’s the time of year when Mother Nature’s tiny workers unpack their bundled broomsticks and begin to sweep the cobwebs from the corners of the countryside. The yellowed landscape is crumpled like old paper that has been draped carelessly across the hills. Behind them royal blue mountains are crowned by bolts of whitewashed… Continue reading Porch Ponderings

mindfulness · NYC Life · Spirituality · writing

Shut Up

“Today I’m going to get grounded,” I say decidedly, actually convinced I can make it happen. I get up early and elect to do a yoga video which ends up being way too advanced for me and I’m flailing about wildly, scissor-kicking my legs in the air like a drunken mule all the while repeating “I am… Continue reading Shut Up

NYC Life · writing

Poor Donatello

Sunday night. Low key. Four late-twentysomethings sit in a self-proclaimed “New Zealand” bar in the Financial District. We muse about growing up in the 90s… Nerf guns, Creepy Crawlers, Doug and Patty Mayonnaise. Someone holds a candle up to their face and starts reciting the Midnight Society speech from Are You Afraid of the Dark? only to have… Continue reading Poor Donatello

writing

Martial Arts Disguised as Dance

“Originating in Brazil, many believe Capoeira evolved as a form of self-expression for slaves during times of oppression. Capoeira has been described as ‘martial arts disguised as dance:’ a fusion of rhythm, movement, music, and fighting.” Check out my latest piece featuring the grand opening of Capoeira Academy on Whyte Avenue. Click here.