By Kristen Wilson, PT, DPT
It’s hot. Like really hot. It’s so hot you can see heat waves coming off the pavement, the ice in your margarita melts
between the kitchen and the patio, and the sweat drips down your face faster than you thought gravity would allow.
By Kristen Wilson, PT, DPT
This past weekend, my family spent a night around our bonfire pit toasting s’mores and taking advantage of a starry sky.
I find there’s something soothing about being around a fire that tends to calm my nerves and recenter me. The dancing
flames, the glowing embers, the warmth, and the smell of the smoke coalesce as a comforting sensory experience. It’s as
if I can feel stress melting, like the marshmallow of my tasty sandwich treat.
By Kristen Wilson, PT, DPT
If I had my druthers, I’d invest in one of those elaborate closet organizing systems where everything could have a place. Not that my closet is messy, by any means, but I have a penchant for nooks specifically designed to fit a jacket and cubbies that hold precisely the correct number of shoes.
By Kristen Wilson, PT, DPT
While I love going out for Chinese food for the flavors, convenience, and to change up my typical dinner fare, I must admit, one of the main draws for me is the fortune cookie.
By Kristen Wilson, PT, DPT
Chaos. The word itself causes unrest. A “ch” that sounds like a “k”; an “a” next to an “o”?