What a weekend to be in New York. Saturday was Halloween: Joy, community, candy, and New Yorkers showing off their creativity, as only New Yorkers can. And then came Sunday, the NYC Marathon. I have gone to the Marathon pretty religiously since I moved here. From my first apartment on the Upper West Side (back before you needed tickets to watch runners cross the finish line!), to racing across the five boroughs to cheer on running friends, to the past several years camped out

I got back late Sunday night from my retreat in Puerto Rico, and it was EVERYTHING. I won’t kvell too much about how perfect it was, but needless to say, my cup feels very full. The yoga, the people, the nature, the foooood!! (I put a picture below because I can’t help myself.) When we started the retreat, we set an intention not to escape, but to take an intentional pause so we could come back to ourselves. And the thing I most wanted to come back to was, for lack of a bette

I got home late last night from a yoga retreat in New Hampshire that I have the incredible good fortune to attend each year. On a small, wooded island on Lake Winnipesaukee—accessible only by boat—I spend five days without phone, email, texts, or TV. Instead, I practice yoga, meditation, and pranayama surrounded by the magical beauty of the lake and mountains. I cannot fully express how grateful I am for this place and the people who make it happen. After five days, my cup fe