Troublemaker

On Wednesday afternoon, I stood in my local Sephora, glazed over.  Christmas music was already playing and pounding in my ears. "Can I help you find anything?" I was asked for the third time in five minutes. "No...I...um...I'm wandering aimlessly." She blinked at me, and I looked down at the deep plum tinted lipstick in … Continue reading Troublemaker

Trauma-informed yoga isn’t what you think

I don't like to talk about "issues of the day" on my little space on the internet.  I write about me, because once I start writing about "you" or "them" I travel back to self-righteous indignation town.  I used to be the mayor of that place, and it wasn't pretty.   This will be one of my rare … Continue reading Trauma-informed yoga isn’t what you think