Open Letter to My Hot Yoga Instructor

Dear Sultry Stretcher,   Don’t tell me you aren’t feeling it too. I’m watching you. You, with your shorts and your shirt, and your deep, honest eyes. Honestly, it’s a little inconsiderate of you to be here. I come to yoga for me; for my peace, serenity and to justify a gym membership. Sure, I’m […]

Humble Pie: a Cautionary Tale

My recent move has not disappointed in being an exciting, fresh chapter. And I promise to wax poetic on all my new feelings and Ikea furniture soon. But for now, I want to tell you about how many desserts I’ve been eating. Cities are best explored meal by meal and I’ve never been above commuting […]