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The Hobby Hoarder Brings Sexy Back: Pole Dancing
Gosh–I just wanted to be sexy damnitt. I wanted to feel like I could sport a bikini, whip my hair back and forth, walk down a runway with an apple balanced on my head. I wanted to channel my inner...
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The Hobby Hoarder Heads to the Circus: Unicycle Riding
If you ever say you can’t- you won’t. Stop can’ting and won’ting and start trying and doing. It’s called life so start living it. When I scheduled a unicycle lesson with Cody over email a few weeks...
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The Hobby Hoarder Gets Surprised!
One of the greatest parts of the hobby year thus far is meeting new people and finding others who have similar missions as myself. A month or so ago, I received an email from one of the co-founders of...
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It’s All About the Rebound: Stunt Trampoline Jumping
A trampoline can teach someone a lot about life. I didn’t know that, of course, until I made my way back to the Hollywood Stunt Center, in Greenpoint, Brooklyn this past weekend for my lesson. What’s...
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Bruises, Blood, & Smiles – Learning to Get Back Up: Skateboarding
Falling can be terrifying. It can be accelerating. It can be painful. It can lead to fear. It can lead to injury. And it can lead to pride. On the evening that I headed out to Williamsburg to take a...
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A Laughing Matter: Laughing Yoga
.In my opinion, every mix tape of life should have a laughter track. Laughter is universal.. It’s not age specific. It’s not ethnically specific. It’s not race specific–and it’s not gender specific....
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Snowmobiling
“Do one thing every day that scares you,” I whisper this as I slip slide UP a mountain side at Arches National Park on a beautiful afternoon. “Then do one thing every day that terrifies you,” adds my...
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My Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Biggest, Baddest Fear
It’s 2005. I’m staring at myself in the dressing room mirror of a major retail store in disgust. I’ve been inside this room for twenty minutes trying and untrying summer wear. I am turning sideways,...
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Guerilla Haiku Movement
Within days of moving to New York City, three years ago, I was approached on several occasions by clipboard holding agents. Each of them asked me to commit to something different. “Love children?...
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