The Single Life

It’s often in my kitchen, doing dishes or cooking (and when I say cooking, I mean barely) that I think about what it means to be single. There’s often the idea that a single person doesn’t necessarily choose to be single, that she or he becomes single because they just haven’t found “the one.” But I’m in the process of taking ownership of my singlehood in a new way, in […]

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Might As Well Face It, I’m Addicted to Food

If you read my alter-ego, SuperWoman from The SuperWoman Chronicles, you’ll know I’m on a 21-day cleanse recommended by a medicine woman, in which I have to forego sugar, coffee, alcohol, gluten, and a host of other tasty things (strawberries! tomatoes! peanut butter! shrimp!). It’s actually not as hard as I thought it was going to be, because I was ready for it. I needed to lose a few pounds […]

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What Is Love? Baby Don’t Hurt Me

Last weekend while I was getting a pedicure, my favorite nail salon was showing Baz Luhrman’s remake of The Great Gatsby on their screens. Usually I try avoid watching their movie selections, which tend to involve poorly written love stories with faux-feisty blonde women, but this movie has more depth, and I couldn’t help watching longer than my pedicure took, even though I saw the movie when it first came […]

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What Do You Do for a Living?

A few years ago, I dated someone who, whenever I mentioned a friend or relative, immediately asked what he or she did for a living. It always made me laugh because I, too, wondered that when I met new people, even if I didn’t always have the nerve to ask right away. At the time, though, I was looking for steady full-time work, and I had a heightened awareness that […]

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Holding on

For so long, my yoga training taught me about surrendering, letting go. When I lost a job I loved, I decided it was a chance to practice letting go, that I had to accept things that were beyond my control. But the lesson I’ve had to learn recently is not about letting go—it’s about when to hold on. My three-year-old daughter recently fell off the swings at the playground next […]

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