I used to hate rice. At least I thought I did. In the Midwestern U.S. where I was raised, rice was not sacred. It was a dry, instant thing served as an afterthought when there weren’t enough chicken breasts to go around. I found it a relief when the magazines began to...
Roasted vegetables is my mealtime superpower. I love Ayurveda’s focus on cooking fresh food, but I’m also a mom and do some other work on the side. I need to make sure that I'm as efficient as possible in the kitchen while also making sure that I eat fresh cooked food...
Imagine you’ve just eaten a very big meal (think: holidays or big parties). You feel weighed down, heavy, perhaps a bit regretful. You feel disgusted at the idea of eating again. And days later, your digestion will likely still be affected. It’s no different when...
Pause and consider this: Everything you take in through any of your senses shapes you. A short list includes food, books, television, conversations, viruses, sex, air, etc. Sometimes what you take in makes you into shapes you’d rather not experience, such as eating...
It’s a trap, this idea of a perfect mother. But it’s a trap that we women build, clean, and stock ourselves with pre-washed organic baby lettuce. It begins when the bloody mess of childbirth is hidden behind doors that keep our guttural noises inside. It begins when...
My greatest feat of strength is that I labored with my daughter for 52 hours. More than half of that was in a homebirth, but we transferred to a hospital when things got complicated. One of my last few minutes at home (40-something hours in) I was sitting at the...
Your mama’s work was impossible work. It was constant and neverending. The second she cleaned up, you made another mess. Plus she had her own to deal with. She had dreams that didn’t involve your laundry, but no one was offering to hold the baby while she tended to...
I can count a million memes I’ve seen like this: Just let it go! Of course the words might be different. The image of the young woman standing on the edge of a pier might be standing on the edge of a cliff or tossing a hat into the air. You know the deal. Behind...
I once met a flower who took the great risk of unfolding herself in front of me. I don’t know why she did it. Her cocoon was safe; the color she was once wrapped in hid perfectly among the lush tropical green. Far different were the streaks of orange, yellow, and...
I had never considered chanting a mantra until one picked me. It didn’t just pick me once, but tapped me on the shoulder daily for weeks, then months. I would sing it like a pop song, albeit one I didn’t know all the words to. This is how I knew we belonged...
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