Back in November, my youngest and I were making our traditional British Christmas pudding (yes, we make it ahead of the to-do items and vowed to keep organized to make the holidays a breeze. Best laid plans, right? There is now one week until December 25 (even less for those celebrating Channuka) and I am …

Part of my Sunday is devoted to casting my vision for the coming year. I find myself in this weird observation of time speeding by at breakneck pace; my oldest is well established on his own, and my youngest is nearing the time to leave the nest in a couple of years.

Our emotions impact our physical state. Many years ago, when I separated from my spouse and moved into my first apartment with my kids, I was filled with a deep sadness and a sense of failure. I was doing my best to keep everything together; I made the apartment as cool and cozy as possible …

Many years ago when I was still married, I had just learned that my Grandfather had died in a car accident. While I wasn't terribly close to him, I still felt the sadness of his passing and it was at this moment that my husband decided to tell me that he wanted to see other people.

I was helping a client with her marketing development last week; she is a fabulous practitioner who has helped many of her clients, including myself, regain pain-free movement and increased health. One of the problems she’s been encountering though, is …

Sundays are generally days I like to unplug and rest up for the week ahead; I like to be in full form before I head into a week of serving my clients and holding space for people going through transformation and moving through self-imposed blocks (whether they realize they’re self-imposed or not).