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As I ended the song on the piano, my father burst into applause. “Hooray! That was beautiful.” It wasn’t. Has anyone ever complimented you and you didn’t feel like you deserved it? My stumbling song was far from perfect. There were accidental accidentals, labored pacing, and way too much heavy pedal blurring the tones together.…

If you woke up today sad or angry or worried, that’s ok. It’s all ok. Whatever you feel, minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day is ok. You are ok. Gorgeous reader out there: I’m telling you that it’s ok to not be ok. It’s all ok. You are angry. That’s ok. Sometimes,…

There’s a desire that I have the most. It’s the desire for peace of mind. Do you want it too? Guess what? It is always available. Peace of mind is here and now. In my public speaking class, students often fritter and shake their legs with questions and concerns about the speeches they will give…

During my recent long run, I was feeling a little tired and then Mark Ronson started singing Uptown Funk and I caught the lyric he was throwing out to me: Cause Uptown Funk is going to give it to you – It’s Saturday night and we in the spot – Don’t believe me? Just watch.…

A group of crows is called a murder. My friend Matt reminded me of that recently. I love a good murder. My favorite songs are often about murder (ooh, here’s a great one). And then, as I was reading tarot cards recently, I pulled the death card. The DEATH card is a scary card to…

Heyyyyy sexy summer reader! What’s up? As a teacher, summer is my jam. Responsibilities go down, and free time goes up. Sometimes I do great things with my time, like relax and exercise and hang out with friends. Other times, I do unpleasant things like worry. Do you worry too? That’s ok. Worries are just…

Yeeaaaah, the whole “hug yourself” thing can feel really silly to me. In yoga, when instructors cue me to hug myself, I have an eyeroll moment: Seriously? Hug myself? Here we go again. Then, I’ll have to act like a happy baby. Ugggghh… So, I almost spit out my water when the book I was…

  Five years ago, after class ended, a student stood in front of me yelling that I ruined her life. Because of something I said in class, she went home, couldn’t sleep, was late to work the next day, got in a fight with her boss, and quit her job. This was all my fault,…

A little bit of meatball, a twirl of spaghetti, a square chunk of tomato sauce, a sprinkle of parmesan, and a fleck of salt. It was, without hyberbole, the perfect bite. You know what I’m talking about. And, you know that, when you take the perfect bite, it is a moment to be savored. MMMmmm.…

My favorite undergraduate professor was a cokehead, something I found out from an acquaintance way too late one night at a house party. The news stung. You know the feeling. It’s the blindside moment, the ick factor, the splash where your clean ideals get dirty. The person I looked up to, the one who adored…