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have been a patron of the public school system for pretty much my entire life, roughly 24 of my 28 trips around the sun.

I began as many children in America do- I attended preschool at age three, taking part in routines, making friends and becoming accustomed to functions that are a part of our society. I moved through elementary, middle and high schools, doing fairly well in the school system as an introverted, passive and approval-seeking child. I earned an academic scholarship and was an undergraduate at UC Irvine. After earning a BA in Sociology I decided to follow in the footsteps of both of my parents and become a teacher.  I became a corps member for Teach For America, I underwent a five week “baptism by fire” as a summer school student teacher in Watts. From there, I moved to San Jose and remained as a Special Education teacher for 4 years, eventually moving back to Southern California to lay down some roots and start a family, finding the opportunity to work at home with my little one as a case manager and Special Education teacher at a public virtual charter school.
I’m so profoundly grateful to be privileged in the ways that I have been, and I know that I have been afforded many gifts and opportunities just based on the fact that I was born a middle class white female. I don’t necessary like labels nor do I particularly identify with many of the individuals in my demographic, but I think to be blind to where we come from and how it shapes us is  ill conceived and misguided, to say the least.
In the course of my life, a product of the public school system, I have known some truly astounding students, educators, parents, counselors, nurses- virtually every aspect of this system is woven with people who have a passion for learning and an ardent investment in the future of this world.
However, I have come to a point where I am not able to reconcile some of the incredible paradoxes of our education system. I was told upon becoming a special needs teacher that the numbers of 3rd grade special education students were used to predict prison growth, a tidy little mathematical formula depicting what I now understand as being our institutionalized education system.
Because that’s truly what it has become. There are some alternative, creative schools like Waldorf and Montessori and the Sudbury model. However, these are usually only options for wealthy and privileged children. Fortunately, there are inspired teachers within public and private sectors alike that motivate members of our youth to be creative, independent thinkers.
Mostly, school has become a convoluted  process that dulls minds and produces unsatisfied cogs in a rusty, dilapidated wheel. Life is a worksheet, fill it out, name-date-period. A, B, C, all of the above, none of the above, I pledge allegiance.
When I taught briefly in Watts, summer school was from 8-12 with a break around 10am. The snack line up often featured ice cream sandwiches, pizza, and the ever popular hot-cheetoes. When I first began teaching in San Jose, at a school where 100% of the students qualified for free lunch, the cafeteria wasn’t gourmet, but the talented ladies served dishes like grilled chicken & corn and served  cucumbers, lime and chili powder. Within a few years, the menu changed to pass certain nutrition requirements, everything became enclosed in plastic and processed. I’m not sure how moving towards healthier lunches means more packaging, but this is just one example of the disconnection between what is professed and what actually is.
I spent most of my first few years as many young teachers do, trying to find my voice as a teacher and learn how to balance scripted curriculum and manage a classroom of around 24 students with various disabilities: autism, audio-processing disorders, emotional disturbance, traumatic injuries, to name a few. I had a 50 pound 10 year old in the same room alongside a 15 year old mustachioed gang member. They were exciting years to say the least, but somehow through the chaos I began to find my footing and instinctively teach through leadership.
It was when I started reading with my students with donated sets of books that I finally felt like I was making a difference. Students who had never finished an entire book became avid readers of a series. Funny thing was, I wasn’t supposed to be reading novels with them, as state testing focused mostly on short-nonfictional texts. Thankfully, they were middle schoolers so the fact we were bending the rules just made them all the more motivated.
These days I work virtually, writing individualized education plans (IEPS), holding meetings, coordinating services and teaching reading fluency through an interactive, virtual classroom. I love being able to work with families from the comfort of my home, and I love the success stories from kids who simply need a different  learning environment than the traditional brick and mortar. I adore my boss and even my bosses’ boss- they are hardworking women who have each taken on far more than their share of an insurmountable workload.
What disheartens me most is that despite all the wonderful, diligent people in education, our system is failing us. Just under half of the budget for my school (around 47 million dollars) went towards a public holding company responsible for “managing” virtual charter schools. We don’t have proper clerical staffing or a budget to hire the needed amount of teachers so class sizes swell.
This corruption is systemic and pervades all of our controlled institutions: Big Pharma, The Prison-Industrial Complex, The Federal Reserve, the list goes on and on. More and more, good teachers are leaving for better salaries and working conditions. The workload is then redistributed to remaining workforce who are already fatigued, their energy drained into teaching to a test or simply crowd control. The focus is drawn away from student achievement and funneled into a dysfunction bureaucracy.
There is a part of me that is afraid to voice my experiences and observations- we are currently fighting to unionize, so I am not protected or secure in my position. But truly, if we all just become paralyzed with fear, what will become of our world? I believe there is so much good, such abundance to be cultivated, energy to be redistributed.
I wish to devote myself to the understanding that education is an investment in our children and this beautiful planet. That’s the only kind of teacher that I can be.
With love,


The most transformative process I have ever experienced in my life so far has been pregnancy and sharing my body with the little soul that grows within me.

I am now entering the third trimester and I can definitely say that time flies by when you are trying to prepare yourself physically, mentally and emotionally for your child. The first few months were the most challenging thus far due to the constant nausea and the mistakes I made in reading about all of the things that you are NOT supposed to do during pregnancy. Subsequently, I had multiple anxiety attacks over eating a ham sandwich (many people say that you are not supposed to eat lunch meat while pregnant due to the risk of listeria) and also after having fresh spring rolls with raw bean sprouts in them (they apparently house E. coli). Some even claim that you should not eat raw vegetables at all, which seems absurd to me.

Ultimately, I learned that pregnancy is something that everyone seems to have lots of opinions about, but that the very best thing for my baby is to have a happy, relaxed mother. So I stopped stressing over all of the things I shouldn’t do, and with the background knowledge of pregnancy dos and don’ts, and the advice of my doctor, I started making my own informed decisions.

27 weeks

Also, comparing our stress-ridden culture (in which people seem to think that a pregnant woman’s body is everyone’s business and that they have a right to give strangers unsolicited advice, or share their pregnancy/birth horror stories) with the laissez-faire culture of the French, (who basically continue living and enjoying their lives as usual and eat all the soft cheeses that they want) I decided that I needed to strike a balance somewhere in between. And I am so much happier for it.

My yoga practice has also changed considerably since discovering I was pregnant. I had previously practiced hot power yoga, something that did not appeal to my rapidly changing, hormonal self. For the first few months, I felt so exhausted and worn down that I barely practiced at all. I just didn’t feel up to it. Around my the start of my second trimester I began to have a lot more energy and slowly started up my own home practice. I purchased a month-long pass for a mellow yoga studio close to home (non-heated) and got back into a regular yoga practice, although in a much more passive and receptive manner.

mermaid 27 weeks

After my month long pass expired I decided to just practice at home. Currently, I practice for about 40 minutes 4 days a week (some weeks more, some less). This has helped greatly with my lower back pain and some of the other physical changes that have manifested as my body continues to grow and expand. I am still practicing supported headstand because I have been practicing this for years and I know that I am safe to do so, although I imagine I won’t want to invert in a few weeks as the third trimester progresses. Again, I am just listening to my body and to my little one inside of me. I feel so very connected to him and I can tell that he is relaxed when I am practicing yoga and breathing deeply.

27 weeks headstand

I feel so blessed to have yoga, and I respect its healing and nurturing energy now more than ever. I see how it has shaped my relationship with my own body and allowed me to embrace the rapid changes taking place.



I’ve been thinking about duality a lot lately. It’s a concept that is so deeply embedded in our paradigm, that at first glance, it seems very simple and straightforward.

  • night and day
  • good and bad
  • black and white
  • yin and yang

Of course there are many more examples, but in very simple terms, duality can be defined as:

“The quality or character of being twofold; dichotomy.” (

I think that most people view duality as “right or wrong”, “this or that”. It is a way that we identify, judge, value, and categorize information. Duality is a way of identifying ourselves and others, but it also extends past the traditional view, moving into things like “I’m an American and he is foreign”. Or “I’m a mother and she is childless”, and “I’m a teacher and he is a parent” and so on and so forth.

I have a lot of appreciation for self-exploration and awareness, but I feel that the concept of duality has created a bipolar culture. One blatant example is the “Madonna-whore” complex, where women are either a) pure, saintly, motherly figures or b) debased prostitutes.

I have become more and more aware of this in popular culture and media, as I’ve started recognizing a very overt reinforcement of this concept. How many sweet, innocent (often produced by Disney) young girls emerge with “fresh faces” and “wholesome appeal”, only to transformed right before our eyes into something hypersexualized? The “good girl gone bad” story is told time and time again, usually in a rather predictable manner.

Viewing ourselves in this dualist framework is ultimately, in my opinion, dishonest and destructive. We all have many roles in our lives (I’m a wife, sister, daughter, friend, teacher, yogi.. just to name a few) and although it is natural to shift and change to meet each role, I think that true authenticity can only come from integration and acceptance.

Furthermore, the more that we focus on what we are not, denying things that might be natural, the more that our shadow side has power over us.




introvertWhen I was in middle school, I was introduced to the concepts of introverts and extroverts. From my understanding at the time, I was definitely an extrovert. I love conversation, performing and being silly, and I have always had widely varied group of friends. In my mind, extrovert made sense, so I assumed that I was Amanda Panda: extroverted Sagittarius, born in 1986, year of the Fire-Tiger. Boom.

Last week Aimee had me take the Briggs-Meyers personality test. Since I have an obsessive sense of “self-exploration”, I was happy to take it. I really tried to be as objectively honest as possible, answering questions with my authentic, most recurrent tendencies (rather than what I’d like to think is true about myself or I feel should be true). I’d love to say that those are one and the same, they are ever-so slightly different.

The Meyer-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI) was originally created by Katharine Cook Briggs and her daughter, Isabel Briggs Meyer. It is a psychometric questionnaire based on the works of Carl Jung. The test contains four main categories or functions that each have a spectrum, resulting in 16 main personality types.

  • Introversion -Extroversion
  • Sensing – Intuition
  • Thinking- Feeling
  • Judging-Perceiving

It doesn’t mean that you are one or the other, most people exist somewhere in the middle but have a tendency towards one end of the spectrum. Each person contains all functions, but this test is supposed to identify our individual “functional stack”, meaning what traits are extroverted (presented to the outside world) versus introverted (directed inwardly). Each of us has a combination of both introverted and extroverted traits, but in a different order of strength, as well as direction. Here’s a helpful website with tons of information about this:

I’ll break mine down a little further, but unless you are Aimee, (who got the same result-INFJ), your profile would be quite different, even if just one letter is off.

Amanda- INFJ (Introverted-iNtuition-Feeling-Judging)

1. Dominant- Introverted Intuition (Ni) First mode of functioning is internal. Much is subconscious, often through visual imagery and symbols. Ni notices broad patterns and trends and is able to synthesize them.
2. Auxiliary- Extroverted Feeling (Fe) This is the reason that I might be seen as an extrovert. The fact that I extrovert feeling, even in my auxiliary function, means that I am sensitive to the feelings of others, surveying for ways to improve interpersonal interactions and morale. Fe is what helps a person to read body language and nonverbal cues. It is interesting that because since feeling is extroverted (rather than introverted), combined with my introverted intuition, I am usually a sponge for other people’s emotions, but not always completely aware of my own feelings about things. This is a perfect example of how Fe (extroverted feeling) and Fi (introverted feeling) are very different.
3. Tertiary- Introverted Thinking (Ti) This tertiary function works with Fe to refine judgments, fact check, weigh logically, and on the flip-side: create self-doubts. As I am an INFJ, the J stands for “judging” although it has nothing to do with being judgmental. Based on the test you either prefer to extrovert your judging function (thinking or feeling), like me (that would be my extroverted feeling Fe), or your perceiving function (either intuition or sensing). If I were more drawn towards perceiving, I would be an INFP and then I would extrovert my perceiving function, which in that case would be intuition, Ne (extroverted intuition). Sounds confusing, but the website I gave you about has a really in-depth explanation if you want to take the test.
4. Inferior-Extroverted Sensing (Se) This is my inferior function, meaning the one that I have to work to develop. This was fascinating to me, because this extroverted sensing is the cause of much strife in my life. I am both very aware of beauty and material comforts, as I extravert this sensing, but this often clashes with my ideological/intuitive understandings. Also, because my sensing is not introverted, I am often out of touch with my body. Yoga is definitely a helpful way for me to deepen my connection to my body.

You can take the test using the link below, if you’d like. Afterwards you should tell me what you are and whether you find the description to be accurate :)

I wanted to share something that I thought was very helpful and fascinating in understanding my own processing, and it was also kind of liberating to see myself as more of an introvert. It’s funny, but both my mother and my husband have made comments that made me to realize that I’ve always had an introverted tendency. My mom mentioned to me that even as a child I’ve always need time by myself, and that I usually need to “recharge” my batteries after a lot of socializing, usually just by being by myself and reading a book.

My husband completely embraced my “introvert designation” (apparently I’m in my head a lot) and it was really neat to compare our results to one another- he is an ENFP and his functional stack is literally the mirror image of mine. I am Ni-Fe-Ti-Se and he is Ne-Fi-Te-Si (basically we favor the same functional ordering but where he extroverts, I introvert and vice versa).

Have fun :) Here’s a neat little chart with a brief description of each type. There are tons of websites for each personality type, let me know if you want recommendations.




Holi, the festival of colors, is a celebration of winter’s end and the arrival of spring. There are many myths surrounding this tradition; stories of good conquering evil, as well as tales of Krishna mischievously applying color to his beloved Radha’s face, embodying the lively, carefree nature of this tradition.


What I love most is that Holi transcends age, ethnicity, class, and all superficial boundaries. People come together for live music, yoga and food, partaking in merriment and reverie.








Happy spring! Happy St. Patrick’s day, too :)



I’ve decided that I absolutely LOVE Super Bowl Sunday. It’s one day out of the year when there’s no traffic, the beaches are empty, and you can go out to eat and feel like you rented a private room at almost any restaurant. I’ve had such an amazing day, just spending time with Daniel and Rumo, practicing yoga on the beach and soaking up the sun in Southern California on this beautiful February day.


I’ve been thinking about how my relationship with my body has changed through yoga. The word “yoga” means to “yoke” or “unite”. Yoga is forging a connection between your mind, body and spirit. Not only have I become more sensitive to my body- what I consume and what I expose my physical form to, but I have also developed a greater love and respect for my body.

I feel as though my physical form has changed in many positive ways since I started practicing regularly two years ago. I have developed stronger core muscles, (and muscle-tone in general), my posture has improved, my hips have widened and my waist has narrowed. I feel that yoga gifted me a woman’s body.

In terms of genetics, I am on the thinner side. I am 5’8 inches tall and I tend to be a bit lanky. When I do put on weight, it all goes to my stomach (thanks cortisol!). While yoga does help me stay healthy and trim, I feel as though I am fit and muscular, and not just “skinny”. My concept of beauty has also changed, helping me to embrace parts of myself that I would have previously been ashamed of. I feel much more comfortable in my own skin.

Our culture seems incredibly comfortable with violence, while the human form is often considered “scandalous” or “taboo”. Clearly there is a distinction between nudity and pornography, but overall I think our squeamishness with our physicality is absurd.


A year or so ago, I’m not sure if I would have shared pictures of myself in a bikini on the internet. I even hesitated today, and I almost went back and deleted pictures that show “tummy fat” or “rolls”, but I’ve decided that I’d rather celebrate the aspects of my practice that make me feel strong and capable, rather than picking at so-called imperfections, or being overly critical. I have been practicing yoga 4-5 times a week and eating well… most of the time. Sundays are definitely my “anything goes” day. Daniel has Sundays off from work so we usually feast. Today we went to “Fortune Cookies” in Fountain Valley and ravenously devoured sushi and Chinese food (they serve both there and it is delicious!!).


I hope everyone enjoyed their Sunday. I wholeheartedly encourage America to continue its love of football so that I will continue to have such marvelous Sundays like these ;)





I recently went to see a chiropractor who specializes in natural medicine, specifically through “Applied Kinesiology”, muscle testing and dietary evaluation, also taking into account lab results and medical history. A number of people I trust and love have experienced significant results by working with this person, and although it isn’t covered by my ridiculously expensive insurance, it was fairly affordable (150$ for the inital consultation, dropping down to 125$ for the second visit, and reducing even more on subsequent visits, plus the cost of supplements).

Dr. Lennox is located in Encinitas, CA. Just having an excuse to go to Encinitas was a huge draw for me, I absolutely love that area and would love to live there. Here is his website:

Anyway, I have only had one session, but what I love most about my experience was the feeling of being treated as a complex human being; what I have heard referred to as a “mind/body/spirit complex”. I do not mean to insult or discredit doctors, nurses, etc., since I pay a small fortune every month for medical insurance, I am obviously someone who buys into that system and sees its value. However, there is a tendency for our Western Medicine to splice our symptoms into discrete “problems”, often solved with unnecessary medications or surgeries. Although there is surely a time and a place for these things, there is a need to view ourselves as a complex system with many overlapping and interlocking aspects that are apparent in our minds, bodies, and spirits.

I went through a long list of questions (on the website you can download all of the forms if you want to know exactly what types of questions) that ranged from my medical history, to my aches, pains, discomforts, dietary habits, allergies, sleeping habits, the list goes on and on.

While I consider myself to be in pretty good health, and yoga has healed my body in a number of ways, there are still discomforts that I continuously experience. Mostly, I want to deepen my own connection and communication with my mind/body/spirit.

After talking for a while in a very open manner, the muscle-testing began. I’m not really sure what to say about this, because it is so hard to explain in a way that doesn’t sound absurd. Dr. Lennox was incredibly professional and explained everything that he was doing. Basically, certain muscles are connected to different organs. Your ability to control those muscles and “resist” against pressure is an indication of the health in that organ or system.

I realize that I am giving a broad but shallow description here, but if you want to know more, I think you should explore and ask questions. All I know is that after this experience, I am starting to see connections that I was not aware of previously.

I am going back to have lab tests done to hone in more specifically, but I’ve discovered that a variety of internal factors (genetics) combined with external factors (what I eat, put on my skin, my environment) are all exacerbating what is most likely a singular root cause. More on that later.

It was so refreshing to approach my health in a collaborative, cooperative manner that focused on simple solutions for larger problems. These different aspects of ourselves: mind, body, spirit, all have such important functions, and none of them should be ignored or trivialized.

Most importantly, you must heal your totality through shared love, joy, compassion, and general silliness :P




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