Search Results

Tonight I Googled myself to see what strangers might find when looking for me on the Internet. “Olivia Watkins” I was disappointed when the first search result revealed another Olivia C. Watkins – Clare, not Catherine. Two more results down and there I am. My Twitter account. My Facebook Account. Two websites I own (although

Open Letter to YogaGlo

Dear YogaGlo, I’ve only been a customer for a few months, but I already love you and come back to you constantly. Your classes keep me sane when work is too crazy and I can’t get to a yoga class in person. Your lectures help me delve further into my practice and deepen my understanding

Path of curiosity

In approximately 75 minutes, I start yoga teacher training. I am terrified and excited. I am curious and cautious about what I may learn, both about yoga and about myself. A few weeks ago, my brother-in-law grilled me about my relationship to yoga. He wanted to know if I was “legit.” I’m still not sure

Oh, the blessings.

I am grateful, oh so grateful, for the blessings bestowed upon me. I know there will be hard times, still. Some linger with me now, hanging like an ill-fitted dress in the back of the closet. Oh, but the blessings. There are so many that my heart pumps fiercely when I think about them: The

Bunny Milk and a Nana’s Love

Memory is a tricky thing. I should say now that what follows are purely my memories and I cannot attest to their accuracy. They are, however, very fond because they are of a woman who loves me very much and spent the better part of my life trying her hardest to get to know me,

The Next Four Years

Today is all about looking ahead. As per any presidential inauguration, there was an inaugural address mapping out the direction and the course for the next four years. I, like many spectator/participants, will be watching closely in the coming years to see what gets accomplished and what does not. Certainly, the president has set a

Fear of falling … on my head

There are so many things that I have been musing on lately so I will do my best to catch up here and share them. Today, though, I wanted to share something immediate and fresh. This morning I was blessed enough to be able to step away from the chaos of the week by stepping

Summer Stories – Allergy Accidents in Nola

Po-boys. Fried catfish. Bread pudding. Beignets. I love New Orleans food. I dream of New Orleans food. I also can’t eat most New Orleans food any more. A series of (day job) work meetings had me in New Orleans for several days in a row recently. I adore every visit to New Orleans, no matter

When music gets social – 225 Magazine

One epically slow Friday afternoon at my day job, I sat typing a horrendously long report—the kind that requires its own table of contents. Fridays are quiet around my office building. Rather than fall asleep at my desk, I broke through the silence with a song from Ingrid Michaelson. Then another and another. I listened