It’s a curious space, this stage of life. My current heart walks around outside my body in squidgy toddler form, giggling, inventing,...

The subject of injury is slowly becoming less taboo amongst classical musicians. But how do we navigate the professional logistics of...

Do you want to hear an insane thing I’ve realized about (some) women? Even during pregnancy, we find ways of manipulating our bodies,...

As a person of mixed heritage with a usually-mispronounced name, I often feel like I exist in the in-between. Too dark to be this; not...

10 years ago today, I wandered into a Bikram yoga studio in lower Manhattan feeling betrayed, heartbroken, anxious, and lost. I remember...

Today was our fourth yoga teacher training “practice teach”, our last here at Kripalu. We were each given 60 minutes and free reign to...

Quite a few opinions have (re)surfaced recently about people smushing their palms together at classical music concerts, particularly...

In my second year as a student at Curtis, my right arm started going numb from my elbow to my fingertips on a fairly regular basis. It...

Part I: Stan The Hollywood Bowl: iconic, awe-inspiring, almost laughably behemoth. Before August, I had experienced this dazzling...

(A version of this post recently appeared in Strad Magazine. For the purposes of this blog, American spellings and a few omissions have...