lab13a

“Breathe.” “Inhale.” “Exhale.” The instructor repeated this mantra every few moments as the class settled into the next 75 minutes of vinyasa yoga.  “Think of something you’re grateful for.  Hold that image to your heart.  Be grateful for what you imagine.” The first image that materializes is one of my family and Kristin in San…

  The last year has been immensely trying, emotionally. Approximately 13 months ago, my wife and I received a late-night phone call from her parents.  Kristin’s father had been diagnosed with late-stage liver cancer.  We sat in silence staring into the iPad while we FaceTime’d with the in-laws, absorbing the diagnosis, future plans, and brief…

Student conversations floated through the air, including the smell of the food court and the stale carpet.  My Dad and I were sitting at my favorite table by the windows facing the university courtyard, (one of the only ones that had a power outlet) he had come to the USC campus to take me to…