Yoga, Then and Now

In November of 2009, I’d had two knee surgeries, was overweight, and had just moved home after graduating from college. I needed a change and, at the encouragement of one of my sisters and some friends, began doing P90X in my parents’ basement. It was awkward. (You try exercising in a house with six other…

Tire Tracks and Thanksgiving

  On the way to physical therapy yesterday, Scott and I stopped to see the tire tracks I’d been told remained from last week’s accident. Coworkers who’d seen them said they were bad and described how far off the road they went. Just like I’d needed to see my car, I needed to see that…

Car Crashes and Comfort

On Thursday afternoon I was involved in an accident with two other vehicles– a mini van and a transit van, who collided first. My car was thrown 250 feet from the road into a muddy field and first responders carried me through the mud on a stretcher–not how I’d planned to spend my afternoon. Especially…