I am, admittedly, not very good at self-care. That whole “put on your own oxygen mask before assisting others.” Maybe it’s because I’ve always associated self-care with self-indulgence. It’s easy to see why – nearly every article...
I don’t meditate. Or do yoga. Though I should. I don’t knit or garden or reflect in quiet prayer. Though I could. I don’t gravitate easily to these activities for all the reasons it would be advisable for me to do them. I need to be On the Move!...
Thirty-five minutes into our hike into the Grand Canyon we arrived at the vista. We were the equivalent of 76 flights of stairs down and my quads, already quaking, would need to take on the harder half of the route – UP – on the way back. But the kids...
