Hello my friends, When I was a little girl, I would scuff the toes of my shoes on purpose, striking horror into the heart of my grandmother. I liked the sensation in my feet. I had cute, red leather Mary … Continue reading →
Hello Friends, Sore feet brought me to a breakthrough in how I move. As someone said, “like a different woman.” The epiphany began with a realization that something I was doing was probably connected with my painful foot. I discovered … Continue reading →
Feet! I can’t remember being so excited about my feet, and they definitely started sending happy messages to me, too. I discovered something horrible that I’ve been doing that’s been hurting my feet. All this trying to dance, all the … Continue reading →
I talk to my feet all the time. I didn’t realize it till this morning when it dawned on me that at some level, I’m always monitoring my feet: thinking to them, worried about them, checking in with them. They’re … Continue reading →
I’m having conversations with my feet. My poor feet that are danced out, sore, kept me up at night. Worried that they were injured again except that both of them hurt and only one had been injured. Muscles can be … Continue reading →
