Announcing (By popular demand) Spring Belly Dance taught by Me!
For 3 weeks only a Belly Dance Intensive at Precision Pilates on Route 1 in Danvers.
Wednesday Nights, May 14, 21, 28. 7:30-8:30pm. $60 for all 3!
Space is limited so Pre-registration required. Email Marci for details!
Make your Spring Sizzle!
I lie here on my pink puffy bed in my pink silky pajamas, or pink flannel depending on my mood (the only thing you can bank on is that there will be chocolate smeared somewhere on my attire), with my pink feathered pen, writing my most delicious daydreams. Funny? Sometimes. Scandalous? Hopefully. Inspiring? Perhaps. Full of love? Always.
Welcome to my World.
I invited Cathy, my photographer friend who lived on the ashram for 7 years on a shopping trip with me. “Cathy, do you want to come with me on a commando cowgirl shopping trip where we plow through a few favorite stores as fast as possible?” (I can never leave the kids for long.) “Absolutely!” she said. She’s my yes girl. Whenever I ask her to do anything, she says yes or absolutely, my favorite words after “Can you bake…
I woke up feeling blue. I stumbled through my usual routine: grateful list, brush teeth, comb hair, put on mascara, fold laundry from last night and start the next load, toddle downstairs for a cappuccino, water my flowers… As I was watering, I listened to the birds chirping and watched the fog laying heavy over my yard like a thick gray blanket. I love fog, I have always loved fog. It seems to mystical to me, like something magical might…
For the past 18 months, I have been on a hip journey. Because the whole process was so mysterious and frustrating, I have decided to write about it so other people experiencing similar symptoms can maybe gain some insight. In the end, my very mysterious symptoms turned out to be a labral tear, a too tight hip flexor, and a bit of arthritis. It was fixed by arthroscopic surgery–where they make two small incisions in the side of your hip…
I recently came across this photo of Aloha Wanderwell, an explorer, vaudevillian, filmmaker… a female Indiana Jones. She is largely forgotten in today’s history books, even though her list of achievements is impressive in any century. Not only was she the first women to drive around the globe, she also was involved in a murder mystery.
There’s nothing like the smell of a new baby. I have many photos of my newborns with my parents noses buried in their newborn hair. Nearly every person who held my newborn babies immediately bent and inhaled deeply, smiling blissfully afterwards. It’s calming to hold a newborn in your arms–you are forced to slow down, to talk softer, to walk slower. Add in the smell, and well, it seems holding babies is a sensory feast! I enjoyed reading this article…
I’m still recovering from yesterday. I took the kids to the Toddler class at the Audubon Zoo, a kind of science class. They always bring an animal to circle time for the kids to look at and touch. One week it was a turtle, one week a bearded dragon, last week was a possum, and this week, the grand poobah of nasty ass animals–a vulture! What the @&#%&$#? This horrid creature, and I do have great respect for them in…