Create Something

Whether it's the facade painted on many a New Yorker's face, or the anonymity granted by iPod headphones and cultivated Instagram feeds, people all too frequently are "fine." Or, in the New Yorker's case, have learned how to polish a persona so bright and shiny that they just transmit the appearance of another person, rendered in…

This One Time, in Boot Camp

I am by no means a fitness expert. To some, I'm going to be a terrible yoga teacher: I eat (Halal or organic) beef and lamb, I'm not going to give up wine and coffee...that's a given. I run but don't really follow a training plan, and I hate spin classes because I loathe authority…

Teaching Yoga to Heal

We all have goals. We all want to be able to achieve something significant in life. We all need help, sometimes. For me, this help has to be financial. I have been struggling in New York City for nearly four years, lost my job, found a new job, used up my savings to exist, moved…

This, Summer…

There are cherry stains on my fingers. I stopped in the Union Square farmer's market to select, sample and salivate over the fruits on offer. Of course, I tried the cherries. I see the tiny stains like temporary birthmarks across my fingertips and walk past the gated and locked Grammercy Park. You can get inside…

I Smile at People When I Run

I don't remember who said it, but at some point it was expressed that "when you see a lot of runners, they look absolutely miserable." First thing in the morning, this doesn't seem as apparent, but I've done the Central Park loop many times and spied people who have the affect of one about to…

Seven Nation Army

Watching the world cup is a weird and wonderful experience. Grown men cry, people yell at a screen, there are copious laughs, beers consumed, post-match shots ordered in celebration or commiseration, and costumes that seem to make no sense to one who is not part of that particular, costume-wearing collective. I've watched Argentina play against…