BUILDING BRIDGES (ON BOXING AND YOGA)

peek a boo

I've always been my harshest critic, taking things on like a zealot and sometimes getting frustrated when I stall mid-process. The self-flagellation stems from a lifetime of working harder, faster, more than asked or required. Boxing has been no exception, though one big difference is that it can be a rather isolated and lonely sport. There… Continue reading BUILDING BRIDGES (ON BOXING AND YOGA)

LIKE A FUCKING METEOR

like a meteor

It happens to everyone: the periods of limbo. The inability to smoothly switch gears, which results in pulling off onto the shoulder of the highway we call life. We get pushed to the side because the odds weren't in our favour, or the muse got stuck in traffic, or we were too afraid to make… Continue reading LIKE A FUCKING METEOR

IT TAKES A VILLAGE

it takes a village

When I lived in Cairo, I volunteered at a local development organization established by Sudanese-born Fatima Idriss. The organization promoted the rights of refugees in Egypt. Part of their mission was to improve basic standards for displaced people—especially in impoverished neighborhoods where Egyptians and refugees co-existed. I helped with public relations and advocacy: developing donor reports, writing human… Continue reading IT TAKES A VILLAGE

MIRROR, MIRROR (A SALUTE TO OUR TEACHERS)

Whatever may be their use in civilized societies, mirrors are essential to all violent and heroic action. ― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own Life is full of teachers who come in all shapes and sizes. Some are older, some are younger. Some are worldly while others don't own a passport. Some mentors spoil their students… Continue reading MIRROR, MIRROR (A SALUTE TO OUR TEACHERS)

AN OPEN LETTER TO MY CORNER

corner gifts

Prior to stepping in the ring yesterday to face a woman of wonder who kept me on my toes (more on that in a forthcoming post), I wrote an email to several members of my girl gang. This particular group is comprised of four fantastic women who, rightfully, have lifetime memberships in the tribe I'm… Continue reading AN OPEN LETTER TO MY CORNER

SITTING RINGSIDE WITH CHRISTINE MEIZOSO (ADVANCED FIGHTING AGE)

Christine Meizoso

Why do we fight? Every woman has her reasons, a different story to tell. I didn't think I'd have as much fun as I did sitting down with my friend Christine to talk about her love for boxing and Muay Thai, and why she uses combat sports as a way to de-stress, get fit, and… Continue reading SITTING RINGSIDE WITH CHRISTINE MEIZOSO (ADVANCED FIGHTING AGE)

WE ARE NOT MADE OF GLASS

we are not made of glass

Aside from the dick-pic debacle, I took on boxing to compliment my running game and yoga practice. But another reason involved a riotous 2016 where I fractured into a thousand little pieces. After a year of existing as a glistening storm of jagged and brittle fragments, I longed to put myself back together. I am made… Continue reading WE ARE NOT MADE OF GLASS