At the beginning of my messy meditation journey, I needed permission to meditate in my own intersections. We meet ourselves where we are.

How ableism is connected to our disconnection

As often happens, when I started writing this it was a reflection of Kongzi’s ritual psychology, but along the way it turned into a sort...

Fake it till you make it is over.

I have to rant about self-acceptance because we all need it and we aren’t all getting it.

Those boundaries that are violated by impoliteness, we must think about who set them and why.

Christmas cards are one of my top favorite, most loved, very exciting, Christmas tradition. One year I left the cards up until June. That...

I was introduced to the Fresno Met, by my 5th grade teacher, Mrs. Ogata. Coincidentally my favorite teacher. I didn’t know at age 10 what...