From Dusk ‘Til Yawn
It’s 5am. No wait, maybe it’s 7am? . . . I don’t really know anymore. The times start to blend
Whitney Martin
Baby Steps: Finding a Healthy Balance
“Five little monkeys jumping on the bed!” I sing this in a high-pitch Disney character tone on repeat to my
Why Don’t We Talk Anymore?
How can we feel so disconnected when we are more connected than ever before?
Finding Myself In The 414 After Fitting In The 815
Change can be scary. I'm in a new state, on a new time schedule. Just finding my way home without a GPS is a challenge. Finding a new workout routine is an even bigger struggle.
Body Shaming Live on Air
The weather sirens blare as I rush home to grab my rain gear, stopping at every powerless traffic light, staring impatiently at the clock wondering if I’ll make it across town by the 10 p.m. newscast. I rush upstairs, grabbing a pair of heavy boots and a station-labeled hat and coat. I reach for my keys and a bruised banana on the counter knowing that it’s going to be a long night. The clock is ticking as I rush out the door frantically. I quickly go through a mental checklist before I bolt back into my room to grab a tube of red lipstick. As I stare in disbelief at the MAC label in my hands, the clock stops ticking.
…”A Lesson From A Preschooler”…Where Is The Love?
It’s more than self-destruction when our crippling comments are changing the way the children view themselves.
I’m just in it for the participation medal
If I could run as fast as my nose, tights, and eyeliner, I'd be taking home more than participation medals at local races.
Resolution Rush: Drop the excuses with the pounds, “feel free to pass”
It’s 8:30. I know this because I’m staring at the clock wondering how much longer I can endure this bootcamp