July is Diastasis Awareness Month

July News

Established by my mentor and faculty advisor, Carolyne Anthony, founder of the Center for Women’s Fitness, July is Diastasis Awareness Month.  It was created to educate women (and men) on a relatively common but much less talked about issue.  So what is it? The diastasis recti (DR) is most commonly talked about in terms of a separation or stretching of the rectus abdominus muscles.  This can cause a host of issues if left unresolved such as weakness, instability of core muscles, back pain, and even bladder dysfunction. A DR separation can be caused by various events such as a trauma to the body, childbirth, a C-section, and perhaps most surprising to you, my reader –  repeated incorrect body mechanics in exercise.  In our practice of Pilates, a simple example would be allowing the abdominals to “pouch” rather than properly engaging during an exercise such as abdominal curls, hundreds, or teaser. When I first heard of DR separation I was told by a well meaning physical therapist that the only way to fix it was by surgery.  But this is simply not true! If you are concerned you have a diastasis separation I encourage you to bring it up in our next session. We can check.  Not all separation is significant, but if yours is I will suggest exercise modifications and recommendations to release, realign and restore this important abdominal fascia.

Thank you Carolyne for encouraging us teachers to spread the word that help is as close as one’s next Pilates session!

Local Spotlight: Acupuncture for what ailed me

Most of you know that I got quite sick in the beginning of June while traveling in Italy. It took several weeks to recover from the digestive distress I experienced due to the severity of the symptoms, and some genetic issues with my liver. While I am grateful for my doctors who promptly saw me upon my return to California and ordered the appropriate labs, I have so much appreciation for my appointments with Christina Pabers, L.Ac. at the Acupuncture Natural Health Center here in Camarillo.  Christina treated me with traditional Chinese acupuncture, acupressure, a couple supplements and many dietary recommendations.  I truly feel a positive turning point in my recovery was because of her knowledge and expertise, and after her sessions I had significant improvements.  Many of you have asked me for Christina’s contact information, so here you go! If you have any questions on what a session is like I happy to share more.

Acupuncture Natural Health Center
Christina Pabers, L.Ac.
215 E. Daily Dr. Camarillo, CA

So is the new shirt out yet?

Not yet! But they are coming, I promise!  I just can’t rush the process – lots of time, care and detail go into creating each design. From the exact color tone of the image to the right feel of the fabric, everything needs to be just right before I give the printer the go ahead.  But spoiler alert: I will tell you there is going to be a tank and a flowy top option (by popular demand) so that you can chose the fit and style that is good  for you.  Remember that you can shop the current styles (like the one shown above) on my website at http://yourdailypractice.com/shop/.  Enjoy free shipping on any purchase. 🙂


Yup, I could definitely keep writing but I will stop there for now and save more information for future newsletters.  As always thank you for reading! If there is someone you know who might benefit from the information here please feel free to pass it on or direct them to my website or Instagram page @yourdailypractice.   To all my clients, I look forward to seeing you the studio or online at our next session!

In seeking our best health,


PS Thanks to all who took the time to vote for me and Camarillo Pilates in the Ventura Country Reporter’s Poll.

Happy Mother’s Day!!!

Happy Mother’s Day to Mamas everywhere!!! Whether you nurture children, animals, or even plants 🙂 I wish you a happy, wholesome day full of self care, a bit of indulgence and lots of love.

Did you know…

It took me ten years to be ready to become a mother.  Some decisions take time!! But as I reflect on that life changing move I am reminded how it has helped me have the confidence to take other risks in life. Like completing the Camino de Santiago in Northern Spain with my husband and (then) 18 month old son.  Like leaving a comfortable work environment to manage my own clientele.  Like starting a line of Pilates inspired shirts simply because I have a creative streak and I want to try. And, on the daily, continuing to contribute to a community of people who love to be well, move well and consistently improve their quality of life. That’s YOU!

I thought you might be interested in…

Buff Bites™

Most of you know I am faculty for Buff Bones®, created by my dear friend and colleague Rebekah Rotstein. Her newest product, Buff Bites™, delivers a daily dose of exercise to your inbox Monday-Friday. Those of you who love attending my Buff Bones® class and want more should check this out!

Foot Health

I have been telling many of you about the clever little exercise ball I use to roll out my feet to avoid cramps and to keep plantar fasciitis at bay.  A client of mine has even found relief from acute numbness in the feet. This is not a paid endorsement (but maybe it should be!!!) – I simply wanted to share the link.  You’re welcome. 🙂

Last but not least…

As much as I love being your fearless leader I can’t grow this community of like-minded movers and cute T-shirt wearers myself! If someone comes to mind whom you think might benefit from this information I’d be so grateful if you share my website with them, send them to the shop page or direct them to my Instagram account.

And as always…

Thank you!

In health and love for our mothers,


Pilates Lovers, It’s March MATness

*the following is a copy of the YDP March Newsletter*

March MATness? Don’t you mean March MADness?

You read that right! In the Pilates community the big buzz this month has been “March MATness.” It is a movement started by Benjamin Degenhardt, a classically trained Pilates instructor, celebrating the original 34 mat exercises created by Joseph Pilates.  For several years now, instructors from all over the world have participated via social media, posting pictures of themselves or clients demonstrating the exercises.  What a great use of Facebook and Instagram to motivate us to practice Joe’s mat work!  Check out the picture collage above of some my Instagram postings from 2017. 🙂

This year I asked myself, how can I can celebrate March MATness with in my own community? The answer? Offering a Classical Pilates Mat Pop Up Class, of course!

If you are free and able, join me March 31st from 10:15am to 11:30am at Camarillo Pilates.  This will be a Classical Pilates Mat working many of the 34 original Pilates mat exercises developed by Joseph Pilates.  The level of the course will be intermediate and the pace rhythmic and challenging.*  Be ready to sweat and practice exercises such as teaser, boomerang and swan dive! Details below…

Where: Camarillo Pilates
When: Sunday, March 31st 10:15am to 11:30am
Price: $20
To Register at www.camarillopilates.com

*Given the nature of the Classical Pilates mat work, this class is not recommended for those with osteoporosis, those in their second or third trimester of pregnancy, or those rehabbing a recent injury or surgery.


Buff Bones® In San Fran

Earlier this month I had the pleasure of teaching my 7th Teacher Training as Buff Bones® faculty.  Thank you EHS Pilates for hosting and good luck to all the new grads! Looking for a Buff Bones® class in your area? Visit www.buff-bones.com to search for a licensed instructor.

Buff Bones® in Camarillo

Join me at Camarillo Pilates each Thursday at 11:00am for Buff Bones® mat class! We strengthen our muscles, build bone and work on our balance.  Light weights, resistance bands and foam rollers are used and provided.

Thank you for reading and I look forward to seeing you in the studio or online.

In health and movement,

My space, Your space, Our space

Recently, I was thinking back to the first bios I wrote as a new yoga or Pilates Instructor.  They included the usual list of certifications and information about my formal education.  I also recall including a line about safety that said something like, “My goal is to challenge my clients with diverse workouts while also keeping them safe.” At the time, especially being a new teacher, I wanted people to know I would keep their physical safety my utmost priority to avoid new injury or even flaring up an old one.  I have always been a cautious person and that characteristic was manifesting in my teaching.  I was working on gaining trust, and being careful and safe was familiar to me.

A couple months ago, a client whom I have been working with for several years came in noticeably upset.  After a big hug, I asked her if she wanted to talk about what was bothering her. She did, and I listened.  A few more tears were shed but talking helped her feel better. As she wiped her eyes with a tissue she said, “I am sorry to bring this into your space.” I smiled at her. “My space?” I asked. “This is your space.  Our space.”

I reflected on this conversation later that day.  I realized that unconsciously, somewhere in my 13 years of teaching I had continued to make physical safety a priority, but had also held an emotional safe space for my clientele.  Beyond roll ups, teasers, and short spines, holding a space for people to open up and share what is going on in their life has become just as important and significant as protecting an old injury or helping them manage recurring back pain.

As a new teacher, I found this very difficult.  Over a decade ago if a client started to dive into something personal I would earnestly try to get him or her to focus on the movement practice rather than share the story.  Even if I had a “relatable” example I would rarely share a personal story myself.  And you know, what? That’s ok, too.  I was new and holding space was new for me.  But somewhere along the way, something changed.  Maybe it’s because I have had the privilege of working with some individuals for many years.   Perhaps it’s because I am more comfortable in my own skin.  Maybe it is because I have found my voice, and want others to know theirs, too.   Whatever the reason,  I no longer feel bad or guilty if the first 10 minutes of a session are a heart to heart.  I know no longer feel like we are “wasting time” or that we “need to just get to the Pilates.” I also feel like my personal walls are not up so high.  Words I say might be a game changer, a light bulb moment, or very best…words of comfort for the individual sitting on the Cadillac in front of me. Sure there are boundaries and I am no therapist, but I am honored to be called a friend.  Some days holding space for people in a grounded, empathetic, and safe way is the best and most significant part of the session.  In fact, it might be my very best work.

In health and friendship,


Meaningful conversations happen in threes

We have all heard the phrase “good things happen in threes” but what about good, meaningful conversations? It happened to me.  That’s what I find myself reflecting on as my son and I parallel play.  (Yup, you read that right.  He digs deep into the dirt with his shovel and trucks, and I dig deep into my thoughts and musings with pen and paper.)

Three times this week I heard myself having the same conversation with three different clients, all who had their own unique story.  One was describing a difficult relationship, another how she felt after an awkward confrontation, and the third her frustration with a nagging injury that was taking more time than expected to heal. All distinct. All legit. But what was similar was my response.   What was that response?  I told them that they were sensitive.  That’s right, sensitive.  Did you shirk?  Did you cringe? I don’t blame you.  However, I meant it in a 100% positive and affirmative way.  Let me explain.

Until recently, I too, despised this word when it was directed at me or even when it was directed at someone I love or care for.   You see, growing up the description of ‘sensitive’ or the phrase “you are being too sensitive” was wrought with negativity.  It was usually meant as a diminutive dig, tossed in the middle of an argument or used as a dismissive comment to finish off a conversation.  Being sensitive meant being soft, weak, maybe even a bother to be around.  To be called sensitive was effeminate if you were male, weepy if you were female.  It was a down right ego killer in moments of emotional exhaustion.   I wonder if you can relate.  But now, as an adult, I realize it was also something else.  Being sensitive was misunderstood.

Back to the three conversations.   After listening to my clients (really, truly listening with an open, empathetic heart) I started with “You are sensitive” and continued with the following,  “…thus you are not numb.  You feel the world, humanity and other people’s energy. You are not apathetic to sensations.”  In the case of the client struggling with her own feelings of frustration with her nagging physical discomfort I added, “…you are body aware and open to listening to what your body is trying to tell you.”  And to all three clients, I completed  my thoughts with “This is all good!”

The beautiful and satisfying thing for me, was that because these people have trust in me (and I in them) I didn’t have to do much explaining of my word choice.  I didn’t have to go into my past experience.  That being said, I did share that I was actively redefining this particular word to hold a more positive connotation in my life, and in the lives of those I care about.

So why is this all good? What could possibly be good about feeling, about not being numb, about listening? Well, I am of the persuasion that being sensitive or in tune with what, who, or how things bother us gives us information.  It keeps us awake and attentive to situations where we feel uncomfortable, relationships that may need re-calibration or a reset of our own expectations.  To me, being sensitive is being aware.  And often, awareness calls us into action.

For my part, the ability to redefine a word that was negatively charged is a game changer.  It is liberating, and an affirmation that we truly can create the world we want to live in by altering our mindset.

I hope today you feel. I hope you connect to yourself or people you love. I hope you are sensitive to the beautiful world around you.

In health and mindfulness,



Thank you 2018, Hello 2019!

It’s been a fulfilling year…

Exactly 12 months ago I was getting ready to make a big transition out of the comfort of a work environment I had known for six years and into a place where I would be the ‘newbie’ again.  Not knowing if clients would follow me, I made the decision independent of anyone knowing but clear that I needed the change in order to grow both professionally and personally. I took a leap and landed on soft ground, with my full client list in tow. I’m so incredibly happy I did. During this year, like any other, we all experienced highs and lows.  Our community faced devastation, some of us received difficult news in regards to our health, and still others lost close family members.  But we also welcomed new babies, celebrated business successes and laughed over silly things that happened to us. 

This past year I taught two Buff Bones Teacher Trainings, created and held a new workshop, Restorative Pilates, raised money for The Martin Richard Foundation, and produced my first Pilates inspired tops and tanks. I also reconnected with some Pilates colleagues and completed continuing education.  And best of all, spent quality time with my family.

It goes without saying that I connected more fully with YOU, my community. Together we worked toward the common goal of improving your strength – both inside and out.  Seeing those changes and gains in you were some of the most gratifying moments of 2018 for me. I also experienced the super gratifying support of many of you pre-ordering my shirt designs before they even hit the printing press.  Thank you so much (and stay tuned for more designs!)

As your teacher/coach/motivator/friend I want you to know that in 2019 my goal for our time together is the same: being present, being connected, and working to encourage or inspire you.  As we reflect on the last year, let us hold on to what feels good and let go of what does not fulfill us.  Let’s enter the new year confident yet vulnerable, strong yet soft, and determined yet flexible.  And of course, let’s look forward to more Roll Downs, Teasers and Wunda Chair challenges! 🙂  Thank you for contributing to a great year for me and YDP. Let’s continue to support each other in 2019. See you in the studio!


Beyond the Mat

Sometimes my practice has nothing to do with Pilates.  Or does it?  The practice of taking the time to simply breath and ‘be’ seeps in everywhere.  If I let it.  It may even allow a mother the opportunity to teach her toddler about spirituality.

I recently started seeing a Spiritual Advisor, who has told me that she more adequately describes herself as a Spiritual Companion.  More on that in another post. I’ll just summarize that even though I was brought up with religion my entire life, I feel my spiritual life needs some, well, guidance.  In preparing for meeting with her this month, I was musing on the idea of how one teaches spirituality to a child. What does that look like? The conversation was an insightful one and as life would happen I had an opportunity to practice. An opportunity I was not expecting.

Earlier this week my son and I were sitting outside eating breakfast.  I had pulled the cover off our outdoor loveseat, so we were sitting side by side under the large umbrella where our bottlebrush tree used to be.  Somehow our conversation came to that very bottlebrush tree that we took out this past summer. My son had seen the removal from behind the sliding glass door and often talks about the tree trimmers coming and cutting it down.  In fact, as of late he likes pretending that the tree trimmers are here cutting another tree down. (Loud noises + tools = exciting.) I thought that this was where the conversation was going but instead that little one stammered, “I liked the bottlebrush tree.” Then with the corners of his mouth down and a few big tears in his eyes he looked up at me and asked, “Can we ask the tree trimmers to bring it back?” “Oh sweetie.” I said “Do you need a hug?” And through a few more quiet tears he nodded yes.  I scooped him up and hugged him, never minding the oatmeal from his bib now smooshed on my sweater. It was a long heavy hug, and as I held him close I took a few deep breaths. I asked myself, what does my child need right now? How can I both validate his feelings but help him turn sadness into another emotion? Would I explain how the tree made such a huge mess that is why we decided to take it down? Should I say trees come and go and he just needs to deal? No, neither of those felt right.

We were still hugging. I waited till he lifted his head up. He wiggled down.  “You know what?” I asked. He looked at me and shook his head. “The tree is still with us,” I said in an almost whisper. “See that bark?” I pointed to a large patch of bark on his right that is amply scattered under our persimmon trees.  He nodded his head yes. “And see that bark?” I pointed to the long patch on his left that is under our apricot, peach, nectarine and fig trees. “You see…when the tree trimmers took the tree down, they reused the bark. They broke it up into tiny pieces and spread it around so we could enjoy fresh bark under the shade of our trees to help the roots grow and the fruit trees stay healthy.” He brightened up a little. “And remember all those bees in the tree?” I asked. “Yes.” he replied. “Those bees flew to the front of the house and found the beautiful lavender and now are helping our lavender grow. Haven’t you noticed more bees there?” He nodded again. “What else mama?” he asked, now with a smile on his face.  “The birds!” I exclaimed in a slightly louder voice. “They were happy to fly to new homes and meet other birds and explore places they would have not otherwise seen.” “Ya!” he shouted, with a full smile on his face. “Do you feel better?” I asked softly. He said yes and I gave him another squeeze. “You see, sometimes things just change shape, but they are often still with us. We just have to look for it.”

It had gotten sunny where we were sitting and the umbrella was no longer shading us.  “Should we go finish our breakfast at your little table?” “Yes, mama!” and he ran off to sit down under our patio.  I picked up his bowl of mush and covered the loveseat. I stared at the spot where we were just sitting. I took a deep breath again.  Introducing the idea of loss was hard, but acknowledging his feelings was good. I missed the tree, too. That being said, I am so grateful it provided me an opportunity – the chance to be present with my son and teach him a little something about universality and connection.  About a cycle of life, a bigger picture and a way to turn sadness into hope. In essence, about spirituality.

In health, wellness and spirit,



Connection over Perfection

…and right before dinner that night, my child fell and skinned his knees badly, the chicken I was serving for dinner overcooked and dried out, and I forgot to pick up ice cream for dessert.  But lo and behold, we still had a good time.

It happens to all of us right?  We have friends coming over for dinner and we want to put our best foot forward, have the most delicious meal prepared and plan for everything to go smoothly.  Does it happen? Maybe, if it’s a rerun of Leave it to Beaver. But the reality is that life can get in the way in a hot minute, and something throws a wrench in the plan of perfection.  Your child has a meltdown, your dinner catches on fire, you spill a glass of red wine on the newly shampooed carpet. Come on, I know you have been there too.  And for me, while it is So. Damn. Easy. to get shaken on what is going wrong, this gets in the way of the very reason I invited my friends over in the first place. Connection. Human to human, village building, memory making, “remember when,” what-have-you-been-up-to, connection. And while I agree it can be useful to reflect on how to improve in a future situation, admittedly, it is not helpful to spend the next morning’s first cup of coffee recalling the details of what didn’t go right.  Trust me, it ruins the taste of that hot latte.

Where else does this happen? Does the drive for perfection over connection only get in the way of our dinner experience with visiting friends, or can it interfere in the Pilates studio, too?  As instructors are we so set on the repertoire we feel we should teach that it gets in the way of connecting with the human in front of us?  As students do we grimace and grit when we approach an exercise that is difficult for us, waiting for the moment to pass, cursing it (and maybe ourselves) for not getting it just right or again, doing it how it should look? When I hear a student in the studio say, “Well, I always feel better when it’s over,” I cringe a little inside.  (At the risk of being totally dramatic, let’s say I die a little inside.) Heck, maybe it’s just a really tough workout.  But I fear that the constant striving for perfection gets in the way of connecting in that hour, in that moment, to that human in front of us. And most importantly, I question if perfection is getting in the way of connecting to ourselves.

I hope not. I hope that one day the student who acknowledges that she feels better when the session is over also acknowledges that she enjoys the process.  That even though it’s tough, and she may not get the Roll Up today without her feet lifting off the ground, or land the Teaser without using the push through bar, that it’s ok.  It’s ok for her instructor, her fellow Pilates students and that reflection staring back at her in the mirror to see a less than perfect human. Perfection out, Connection in. Connection is showing up, being vulnerable, real and interesting.  Around the dinner table, it’s letting my child sit on my lap until he feels better, offering plenty of salsa and sour cream to dredge the dry chicken, and busting open a bag of semi sweet chocolate chips to pass around for dessert. In the studio, it’s about listening to my students, letting go of an agenda, giving them plenty of exercises that leave them feeling successful and offering a hand through the scary ones. So that both the client and myself as the instructor walk out of the studio not only feeling better, despite our imperfections, but also more grounded, more joyful, and more and connected to ourselves.



Change “The” to “Our” and FEEL the difference.

I have never been a movie buff. Movie quotes go over my head, save for a few from family friendly flicks like “What About Bob?”  “Sleepless in Seattle” and “The Fiddler on the Roof.”  I grew up on “I Love Lucy” and Disney films, always hated scary movies, and never saw any of The Godfather series. Yup, you read that right.  Never. Saw. The Godfather.  Yet, the culture of Francis Ford Coppola‘s movies is so pervasive in our society that I can guess certain quotes are from them movie having never seen any.  So the other day when my client said, “Leave the gun, take the cannoli,” I was certain it was from the cult classic. I was right.

What I lack in movie love I make up for in blogs, podcasts and music.  Just last week I was listening to my favorite  podcast, “On Being” by Krista Tippet. She was interviewing author, wise woman and speaker Brené Brown.  Two close friends have recently suggested I read Brown’s work, so I was thrilled to hear this interview.  This would be a great introduction.

The podcast, entitled “Strong Back, Soft Front, Wild Heart” covered topics from equality to social divide to belonging.  They talked about vulnerabilty and courage and ​how so often one is not present without the other.  They touched on the current political climate, The Now Movement and the idea of loneliness.  But what was really intruguing to me was when Brown shared her experience sitting in focus groups with middle school aged youth and asking them about loneliness and belonging.

​She spoke of how these kids shared how hard it was to feel lonely at school, but even harder when they felt lonely, or like they didn’t belong at home. Examples included being born into a ‘sports family’ and not being good at athletics. Or perhaps their parents and siblings were very social and he or she very shy.  Or living in a family who excelled academically, and they struggled with formal learning. I finished the podcast and stood for a moment. I thought about my own family, my own upbringing, my own sense of belonging.

The next day I saw my mother, who I am extremely close to. She had just come back from a trip seeing some friends.  She had gone with my aunt and they had had a lovely weekend.  “We ate, we shared, and I showed them pictures of the family.  We had a wonderful time!” she beamed.  I paused, I recalled the podcast.  The idea of belonging. “THE family? Your family. Our family,” I said.

At that moment I realized my whole life I had heard my family being referred to as “The Family” instead of “Our” family.  And without ever reflecting on it, it had always sounded odd to me. Now, for the first time I realized that pronoun created feelings of separation, formality and distance.   In fact, when I asked my mom to change to saying “our family” or “my family,” the difference I felt was immediate.  Despite the normal divisions and pains that every family has, the ownership I felt when hearing “our” family was comforting, familiar, and embraceable.  Instead of feeling unfamiliar or separated I felt a sense of belonging.   As I explained my feelings to my mom she got it.  She said, “Ya, you mean like it’s so formal.  Like THE GODFATHER.”   I laughed.  Yes.  Like “The Godfather.”  And still, having never seen the movie I knew that the reference totally made sense.

The next morning, I received a text from my mom.  “Good morning! How’s MY family doing?” It felt good.

The feeling of belonging does not stop only at the family unit.  Most of us have disjointed families and so our desire to belong and be part of a larger community, village, tribe, whatever goes beyond our birth family.  To belong is to connect, and without connection, loneliness sets in and with loneliness we can feel stuck, apethetic and lifeless.  I think a feeling of belonging gives us a secure sense of support, a life force, and a confidence to be ourselves.  To me, it also represents a sense of ownership and willingness to contribute to that very group.

I wonder how you define belonging and where you feel like you belong.  I wonder if it’s something you struggle with or desire more of.  I wonder if you’d like to reflect on it…


Is there something in your life that you use, “the” to describe rather than “our” or “my”? Ex: “the team” or “the church” or “the extended family.”  What if you replaced it with “our” or “my”? Does it change the feeling for you?  Is it a more positive one? Does it give you a sense of belonging that group or community?

In health and curiosity,


Giving Back: The Martin Richard Foundation & Team MR8

There are days when I feel like the impact I am making in the world is just beyond my backyard. For a long time, I have desired to be a part of something bigger. Lucky for me, I have inspiring, altruistic friends who live by example. In 2013, my dear friend and long time runner, Vicky Shen, was in the Boston Marathon. She finished the race, only to find out devastating news…that there had been a bomb attack. Later she learned that one of the young athletes who she coached weekly was tragically killed. But out of grief, pain, frustration and sadness Vicky, and many others have kept running. The family of the little boy who died so untimely developed a foundation, The Martin Richard Foundation, whose mission helps young people to learn, grow and lead through volunteerism and community engagement. They advance sportsmanship, inclusion, and peace. They choose kindness, they build bridges. They strive to always do more. ​​

When I went out on my own earlier this year, I decided The MRF would be Your Daily Practice’s charity for 2018, and I am proud to say that 5% of the earnings from first quarter have already been donated to this wonderful nonprofit. Your sessions do you good, me good, and the children of the future a WORLD of good.Together, we #domore. Visit www.martinrichardfoundation.com to learn more about this amazing organization.

Yesterday, when I checked my mail, there was a surprise from Vicky, who is now a board member of MRF. She sent me my very own Boston 2018 Team MR8 shirt. Team MR8 is Boston’s home team for the Boston Marathon. Runners raise money for MRF as they train for the race. Team MR8 describes themselves as a movement, to help youth learn grow and lead. Wearing this shirt and and holding my 2.5 half year old son in my arms makes me feel good about the future, and about being part of something bigger. Boston has always held a special place in my heart, and I look forward to one day taking my son to visit “Martin’s Park” adjacent to the Boston Children’s Museum.

Thank you all for reading. To learn more about MRF and Team MR8 visit www.martinrichardfoundation.com.

In health and hope for the future,