The first time I recall feeling anxious before travel I was 29 years old. My dad was driving me to the airport for the trip of a...

I watched a sugar ant walk across my kitchen counter, knowing that a string of ants wouldn’t be far behind. And I found myself engaged...

I was commiserating with a student yesterday about how hard it is to find time to dedicate to the Alexander Technique practice of lying...

Expressing ourselves through words or images or movement is not about “talent” or being “good enough” to be a professional

“Not only did [Alexander Technique] … calm me down, but it … brought me back to myself … and less into anxiety brain of like, ‘you're...

There is an old fable. I’m not sure of its origins, though I’m sure one could find out with a little internet digging. It’s the plot of...

Part 3: “Mind what you have learned. Save you it can.” I spent the better part of a recent Friday trying to get ahold of Oregon...

As we strive to change the world, is it selfish to work on ourselves? Or is it the only way?

Asking the right questions might be most life-affirming favor we can do for someone. Or for ourselves.

We all wish for change to be a relatively fast, easy and painless process, but real change is slower and slipperier.

As if I can control life, death and the unruly world itself by scheduling things right.

There is no room for gratitude or change if we never stop.