If you are familiar with mainstream yoga culture, it’s pretty common for a teacher to ask students in a class to set an intention for their practice. (I hate that shit!) I am not a fan of setting intentions when I am in a yoga class, which is typically some ungodly hour in the morning. When the words come out of a teacher’s mouth “set an intention,” I usually roll my eyes and say to myself, “I will try not to curse out or hit the teacher during this class.” I know, funny but I wish I was joking. It…


“Trust your gut,” she says.

Suze Orman recently went through a health-scare and just sent out an email about her experience. Basically, she knew something was off with her body but ignored what she sensed until it was almost too late.

I want to listen to Suze. She’s smart.

Here’s the thing. I experience my feelings of anxiety in my gut. (Anxiety and depression.) And I can’t always trust “anxiety”. Anxiety is afraid of everything.

What is her name? ANGIE!

Angie freaks out about everything, EVERYTHING, even before Covid and 45.

Most importantly, Angie gets everything inside me activated. The…


I worry about how much influence I have on my son, and by that I mean, sometimes kids are mirrors that are painful to look at but necessary to evolve.

Tonight my offspring threw a mini-tantrum, because I wouldn’t read him one more book before bed. He was huffing and puffing and stomping his feet. I did not react well. I did say, “I know you are upset but I can read you another book tomorrow.” He wasn’t having it. He continued to carry on and this little interaction may have ended with him walking out the front door, because…


I can’t seem to shake this feeling that I am not doing enough with my life. My dear friend dying a month ago has only intensified the feeling. She was 60 years young.

The thing is I’m actually doing more now — homeschooling my 6 year old and such. Honestly, most days, I feel grateful for the opportunity to home-school because I am not sure we would have tried otherwise. …


This past weekend my husbandwife and I attended an Imago couples workshop for same sex couples. It was an intense weekend. Imago therapy focuses on using one’s committed relationship to heal childhood wounds. I told my husbandwife that it’s like doing trauma work with your partner, but in my opinion, it’s so much more challenging than therapy. (Remember I am a trained therapist!) Imago theory proposes that “our unconscious drives…to seek healing and to resolve unresolved childhood wounds, in order to grow. In this way, wounds received by a person, from their parents, tend to be re-stimulated by new adult…


I have a son who has long beautiful dark brown hair. He wants it that way. Some days I brush it up into a pigtail. Once a week he lets me give him two pigtails. Most days he likes it down and free, although he whines and complains when it gets in his face. He loves his hair. I love it too. At almost 5 years old, he knows that most boys don’t wear their hair long. …


“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.” Mary Oliver

After spending the last couple of weeks traveling to Florida, Iowa and Massachusetts, I was relieved to be coming home last Sunday. But I came home to grief, to finally dealing with getting my period and struggling to return to the rhythm of my life I had established before we boarded a plane to Sanibel Island.

Many regrets.

At first I was just agitated, cranky and moody with my loved ones, struggling to get out…


Women and their hair. It can be a torturous relationship for some. I hate when people tell me, “You never want what you have” when I mention wanting to change up my hair. Isn’t that the cultural crux of American capitalism? Because if we wanted what we had, what would we buy, hate, change and keep changing with the trends? But I digress.

I appreciate what I have, and change is good.

Me changing my hair isn’t about being unhappy or dissatisfied with it. I don’t hate my hair. I actually love it. I haven’t always felt this way. When…


Since the election I’ve become increasingly aware of the distance between myself and the white liberals with whom I often share space. It seems impolite or even treacherous to write about this given the sociopolitical climate. The last thing I want to do is alienate white allies who are theoretically interested in trying to dismantle white supremacy, sexism, xenophobia and homophobia. We already know what their conservative white family members think of people like me. However, I find it necessary to call a spade a spade if we are going to make any progress in this struggle.

I attend a…

Ana DelCorazon

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