In the midst of rushing around during this joyous holiday season, there’s no better time than now to take pause and check in with what our bodies need.
Today is a mourning landmark for me because 16 years ago today, my uncle died.
Some days I just can’t take reading or hearing the news. I mean how many stories can a person take about #DWIJudge, or #dumb thingstrumpsays, or reality shows, or worse: reality.
Minutes before the start of my son’s soccer game, I cried. I gasped for breath when I read the news that Michael Patrick Lynch had died. Michael was the Irondequoit teen who was struck by a car while crossing the street on his way to school.