I remember the first time someone tried to explain a DRIP to me. I was sitting in… Read More
I remember the first time I tried meditating to raise my consciousness. Picture this: I’m sitting cross-legged… Read More
I once shelled out more cash than I’d like to admit on a drip coffee maker that… Read More
I once found myself wandering through the concrete canyons of the city, feeling like a ghost in… Read More
I remember staring at a blank journal page once, thinking, “Is this what it feels like to… Read More
In the middle of a crowded subway car, I once found myself contemplating the absurdity of my… Read More
I remember the time my partner and I decided to reignite our relationship by taking a spontaneous… Read More
I once tried to impress a date by quoting Socrates. Thought I’d be all deep and intellectual,… Read More
I once tried to turn my living room into a linguistic battleground, and let’s just say my… Read More
It was a Tuesday when I first attempted silent meditation—a day not unlike any other, except that… Read More