I’ve gotten used to spending my birthdays either completely alone or just with my partner. Year after year my birthdays have been fraught with disappointment. […] But I’m turning 32 this year and I’ve decided I’m rewriting the script….

Most of us have had a lackluster bodywork experience — I’m looking at you the 4 Seasons in Downtown STL. When I decided to start my own practice I pulled from my own experiences but also my desire. My desire as a practitioner to feel like more than a mechanical massaging machine and for the body under my care to feel more like a person than a hunk of hardened meat…

The funny thing about when a person is ODing on opiates they look like they’re sleeping. Like they’ve just passed out drunk, or had one edible too many. Your fight or flight doesn’t kick in right away because there’s nothing glaringly obvious about their unconsciousness…

I’ve noticed that being a very open person leads people to believe that you are somehow naïve. I have a tendency to see the best in people, and perhaps it’s my neurodivergence, but it’s sometimes hard for me to perceive disrespect, disdain, or deceit because that’s not my default setting. I assume most people like me. I assume most people are kind. I assume most people are doing the best they can.

If you come by the studio you might notice a flash of orange flitting across my concrete floors. A trill here, a chirp there, and little white mittens skirting across the room. That would be a new friend Sir Julius Orangelo Tang aka Poon Tang…

Social media is a hungry, ravenous machine and it is never satisfied. You can spend hours scripting a message, planning the visuals, and recording without slipping up until you’ve got something you’re proud of. 90 seconds of pure gold. And the algorithm will chew it up, and spit it out god knows where, for reasons god knows why, if it even spits it out at all.