I used to think meditation was just for those zen types—the ones who could sit cross-legged for… Read More
I once mistook a persistent ex for my soulmate. Yeah, I know—rookie mistake. At the time, I… Read More
I used to think that acts of service were just a sanctified way of filling up time.… Read More
I once tried to repair a friendship with nothing but a sorry and a six-pack of beer.… Read More
I once had a boyfriend who treated commitment like it was a rusty old car—something to be… Read More
I once found myself trudging through a forest, clutching a book on walking meditation like it was… Read More
I was knee-deep in the thick fog of self-doubt, the kind that clings like a second skin… Read More
Let me paint you a picture: there I was, surrounded by stacks of half-read novels and a… Read More
When I first heard the phrase “having faith,” I was a wide-eyed sophomore, clutching my battered copy… Read More
I once tried to turn my bedroom into a sanctuary—a place of Zen that would make a… Read More