Be Well

I am a hedonist when it comes to fitness, food, art, and adventure in New York City, and the world. I work out and race because I love the feeling: power, endorphins, productive pain. I see movement as celebration and therapy, food as art and love, creativity as our most human impulse, and travel as a way of awakening and coming home to ourselves, to each other.

I seek out and create moments and practices that unite body, mind, and spirit at a brilliant pulse. Here are some stories from that rhythm.

Wellness is not about not eating dim sum.

On a sticky August morning in Chinatown, find curious relief in a steaming pot of tea, a plate of dumplings, a good laugh.

Wellness is about eating dim sum mindfully. It's passing a Saturday morning at Nom Wah Tea Parlor on Chinatown's enchanted Doyers Street, home of ghosts and gunfights, and tucking into a marvelous Shanghainese soup-dumpling or steamed pork bun and being, in a bright moment, alive in the body of this life. Wellness is about traveling in taste and in time through the past, to 1920, when a now-forgotten family first opened its doors to a community longing for the tastes and textures of Canton. Wellness is about bringing the body upward into the mind. Wellness is a Saturday morning.