Yoga helped me return to myself, to nature, and to much we have all forgotten.

Generations Today, vol. 45, no. 1 (Jan-Feb 2024)
Yoga helped me return to myself, to nature, and to much we have all forgotten.
A short tour of a how to make a home.
A lifetime spent seeking to be recognized as ‘levelly human.’
Leaning into a grandmother’s love for strength and comfort.
One personal viewpoint on an international tragedy.
A product of thoughtful parenting and an engaged, watchful community.
Generations Today A bimonthly digital publication covering current trends and people impacting the field of aging through OpEds, feature articles, profiles, and first-person pieces.
Generations Today, vol. 45, no. 1 (Jan-Feb 2024)
I was not sure what to write about for this “Beyond the Bio” assignment, or where to start. I'll begin by sharing with you my love for yoga Nidra. Yoga Nidra is a type of meditation from India that is more than 3,000 years old. As my teacher Uma Dinsmore-Tuli explains...
I grew up lucky, in a luxurious setting with my four siblings in one of the least desirable towns in California. In the 1960s and '70s Bakersfield routinely had not only the second highest violent crime rate in California (Los Angeles was first), but godawful air,...
Like most Black folks, I have a Black woman to thank for my existence (my mother) who, in turn, has another Black woman to thank for her existence (my grandmother), and so on. I have them, and my tías and older primas to thank for my survival in this oppressively...
My maternal grandmother Arline was the love of my life—the relative I most admire. As a child, she sheltered my brother and me from a strained and often physically abusive parental relationship. My earliest memories are of being piled into our Pontiac GTO and racing...
Author's note: What follows is a vulnerable account of my personal experience. I recognize that this topic draws a lot of strong feelings and opinions, and I hope that it reads as the personal narrative it was intended to be. As an Israeli immigrant to America, I have...
I am my father's daughter. A bio outlines a person's accomplishments and roles in a neat, linear fashion. But the essence of who I am spills over the margins. It is found in the moments that remind me of my father's compassion and laughter, in the fiery resilience...