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Muscles, Magic, and Messy Conversations: I’m here for all of it, and I’m betting you are, too. Get words from my salty, sassy soul straight to your inbox.
Turn off the TV. Put down your phone. Pick up a book. A pen. A paintbrush. String words together and call it a poem. Slide playfully around the hardwood floor in your socks and call it dancing. Flip a record; listen with rapture as the needle circles the empty...
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Misfit. Weirdo. Wild Woman. Witch. Some might perceive these labels as negative or undesirable, but I will take them, wholeheartedly and without an inkling of shame. I am not afraid to hold these monikers as my own, without fear—without a moments hesitation. I have always existed on the fringes...
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A relentless trek of switchback after switchback, the Four Mile Trail from Yosemite Valley to Glacier point isn’t actually 4 miles at all—it’s 4.6 miles to the summit…and another 4.6 miles back down to the valley, climbing 3200 feet along the way. My 11-year old, Isaac, asked me how long...
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My phone was dead. Again. I’d forgotten to bring my external charger which I’ve been lovingly and nostalgically referring to as my “land line.” My battery life is questionable at best, so that little charger usually goes with me everywhere, resulting in my cell always being plugged into something....
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Confession: Sometimes I skip workouts. I love lifting and getting sweaty just as much as the next lady meathead, but sometimes I just really, really, really don’t want to go to the gym. We’ve all been there; even those among us who identify as gym-junkies and fitness fanatics have...
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It was my first professional photo shoot. I’d done some informal shooting for other people’s sites and projects, but I’d never done a shoot just for me and my work. The shoot took place in New York City at my friend Mark Fisher’s gym, just a few weeks before...
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2016 was a year of extreme and unexpected growth for me, which, as many of us know all too well, is just a nice way of saying that I went through a lot of shit and came out alive. Sometimes I doubted my ability to do so, if I’m...
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I can’t become a warrior until I let go of being a victim. I’m wholly unashamed to admit that although I’ve been dealt this lesson over and over again during the past 3 years, I wasn’t able to fully grasp it until just recently. The thing about the Universe is...
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Rain drops fell incessantly, the drip, drip, drop creating a symphony of serenity, of nurturing…of cleansing. It doesn’t rain very often in Southern California, so when it does it feels imperative to revel in the rarity. I had a teeming agenda for the day ahead that I’d diligently planned the night...
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I used to be the kind of person who checked email first thing in the morning. I’d wake up at 5 am, brew a French press, and sit down at the desk in my home office. The dogs would follow along and settle into my office sofa, promptly falling back asleep. Then,...
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