I hate to be cold. This is unfortunate because I’m cold most of the time. I’m that person who can’t go out, even in the summer, without a sweater or sweatshirt in tow. Being cold is on my mind a lot, especially now, when lovely Minnesota begins to turn into a monster that we call winter.
Don’t get me wrong—I love winter. I’m a big fan of celebrating the first snowfall, strapping on my snowshoes and tramping through the woods, and enjoying the beauty . . . → Read More: The Cold Truth About Being Cold
I am breaking up with eggs. Don’t get me wrong; I love eggs—fried, scrambled, huevos, Benedict, or however you want to prepare them. But the sad truth is lately, eggs don’t like me. Over the past several months, I have discovered that eggs are making me sick. About four hours after eating them, I find myself doubled over with intestinal cramping, sweating, nausea, and a need to run to the bathroom. I’ve found first-hand how much of a problem this can be when I’m . . . → Read More: Food Allergy or Sensitivity?
When I was about five years old I fell into a swimming pool in late November. I lived in New England, and at that time of year the leaves had fallen off the trees and the ground was frozen. Winter was just around the corner, but it was not yet bitterly cold. I had my snowsuit and boots on, and was curious to know what a swimming pool looked like when it was all wrapped up for the winter. Would it have water in . . . → Read More: Understanding Dampness in Chinese Medicine
It’s been a long day and you’re tired. You’re ready for bed and catching eight hours of blissful, uninterrupted sleep. But as soon as your head makes contact with the pillow, your mind comes alive. And not just alive, but it’s racing like you just had a triple shot of espresso. You start rehashing the day, the year, your life, and every item that was ever on your To Do list. You go over the day’s interactions, reworking what you should have said. You . . . → Read More: The Yin and Yang of Sleep