October 24, 2018

When I was 30, I could look down, glance at my beautifully manicured toenails, quickly throw on a sleeveless dress, throw my hair up in a messy bun, and dash out the door.

Now, when I look down, there is this thing in the way. Some may call it a belly. Some may call it...

June 13, 2018

It was Mental Awareness Week last month, and I said nothing. I’ll write about body image issues, refugees, political opinions, love, kids, books… almost anything. But I can barely talk about the one thing that has dominated my life and shaped my identity more than anyt...

April 6, 2018

I’ve been knocked out sideways for the past 8 days. And I mean it. I came down, suddenly, with labyrinthitis a week ago, and have barely stood up since. I’ve been in and out of hospital because I couldn’t keep even water down, and have been bedridden in between. I’ve n...

February 27, 2018

When I chant, when I dance, when I feel the ground beneath my bare feet – sometimes my heart soars, sometimes I feel a deep grief. A grief I haven’t always understood. But I’ve come to realize it’s a mourning for my spirit, my spirit that feels trapped.

When I chant, wh...

January 25, 2018

They were dark, dark days, and it wasn’t just the Boston winter gloom. I would walk to the breast pump room at Children’s Hospital six times a day, lock the door, set up my equipment, settle in the chair, turn on the pumping machine, sigh, and then sob. Uncontrollable...

December 29, 2017

I don’t write because I have nothing to say. I don’t write because I have too much to say. I don’t write because what I want to say isn’t happy and inspiring, and I don’t want to bring others around me down. I don’t write because I have huge bursts of insecurity, think...

November 14, 2017

I grew up reading books obsessively, writing 20 page stories when the assignment called for two, which made me every teacher’s pet, but no one’s best friend. I played alone in my room for much of my free time, with my dozens of dolls strategically placed around my bedr...

October 16, 2017

The sun is shining but we are inside. My stomach is empty, but I know my arm can’t handle the bowl to mouth, bowl to mouth movement, so I curl my knees tighter into my chest.

One load of clothes enters the washing machine, my expensive yoga leggings which I normally was...

October 12, 2017

He pulls my head closer to his face, smashing my nose into his. Warm thumbs pry open my eyelids and dark circles stare into mine as the corners of his mouth curl up into a smile. Warm breath caresses my face, red cheeks radiate heat, sweat and exhales and toothpaste en...

October 11, 2017

Hi, I’m Emily…. a mother, yoga teacher, former corporate HR professional, former professional dancer, wife, ex-pat, reader, and writer. I grew up in southern California, spent most of my twenties in Boston, MA, and now live in rural England where my boys are often late...

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