Generations of flora, on forever.
Everybody, can we please just knock it off?
A piece from 2012: a strange and beautiful time during which I nightly dreamed of roots, shoots, and fruits.
What is is with these beefy assholes?
A shorty about Shorty.
A momma-daughter summer adventure to YogaFest 2016 in northern Michigan
The monotony of winter almost got me. But nature applied the cure.
A vignette on a moment of absolute calm invoked by an old man’s Kansas drawl.
Taking joy in winter
Plant foods are the single best option for our health, beauty, and environment.
I’ll admit it. I have a serious yoga addiction. And here’s why.
My thoughts on the first two months in my first big-kid job.