The bruise is spreading like a slowly blooming jellyfish across my left hip. Dark purple and bright blue and blurry at the edges. It’s tender to the touch and my blue jeans put more…
If you have Epsom salts and you have a tub filled with water, then you have yourself an Epsom salt soak. But the tricky thing is making sure you let yourself indulge. Draw the…
When crouched in a chilly coffee shop, my toes slowly turning to frozen stubs, I fantasize about the hazy white tile steam room at the YMCA in our neighborhood. In case you’re picturing something fancy,…
January raindrops in a quiet minute I took just for myself. And this: “I feel a certain obligation to sort of stand up and be counted as a woman who has had kids and…
January. Such a paradoxical month, isn’t it? At the same time that I’m raring to start fresh and forge ahead, I’m tempted to cozy up, hunker down, and nap through the duration. You too?…
For all of its loveliness, January is a month in New York that requires some amount of defending against. To fend off the cold we need extra layers of wool. To combat the blues…
I wrote this moderately tongue-in-cheek list of ways to ward off seasonal depression over the weekend because the nights just got very long and the days just got very short and my gosh it’s…
I’ve been sniffly for the past few weeks. Which has been kind of yucky and kind of uncomfortable but also a marker of the season and a good reminder to take a few proactive…
That I enjoy lathering up with bar soap is hardly news. I could receive bars of freshly cut handmade soap for every birthday from now until the day I die and I’d be happy. Nothing quite…
Shifting habits is hard. Getting them to stick is harder still. Sometimes you write long well-intentioned blog posts about your renewed energy to go on daily walks and it’s not until a year has…