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He Was Fifty. She Put On Cartoons.

Photo by MART PRODUCTION on Pexels.com From the outside, it probably looked like kindness. A man who doesn't speak is lying in a hospital bed. A nurse turns on the TV, finds a children's cartoon, and leaves it playing. Something gentle and bright to pass the time. My brother was fifty years old. When I… Continue reading He Was Fifty. She Put On Cartoons.

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When “Just Call and Ask” Isn’t Simple At All

Photo by energepic.com on Pexels.com I had to refill a prescription this week. One prescription. Here's what that took: a call to my mail-order pharmacy, who told me they'd outsourced the fill to another pharmacy. An online chat that couldn't help and told me to call. A phone call that got transferred four or five… Continue reading When “Just Call and Ask” Isn’t Simple At All

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It’s Happening. The Book Is Official.

Photo by Veronika Andrews on Pexels.com I have news I've been waiting to share, and I'm so glad it's finally time. My book has been approved by the Editorial Board at Routledge, and I am officially under contract. The title: Yoga-Informed Practice for Intellectual and Developmental Disability: A Guide for Occupational Therapists and Allied Health… Continue reading It’s Happening. The Book Is Official.

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The Neuroscience Behind Yoga and Better Choices

Photo by RAY LEI on Pexels.com I was at the IAYT conference โ€” the International Association of Yoga Therapists โ€” when I heard this story from Robert Sturman, a photographer whose life's work has taken him inside prisons to photograph people practicing yoga. He was there, camera in hand, witness to something quietly extraordinary. And… Continue reading The Neuroscience Behind Yoga and Better Choices

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Sibling

Was It Stress โ€” Or Was It Something More?

Photo by Thirdman on Pexels.com I've been in and out of therapy as an adult. Not because something catastrophic happened to me. Not because I had a single defining trauma. But because growing up as a sib left marks I didn't fully understand until I was well into adulthood โ€” and some of them I'm… Continue reading Was It Stress โ€” Or Was It Something More?