“Understanding what this was, I crumbled into a heap, talking through the tears.”

Even the blades of grass exist in dire uniformity at 400 Bizzell Street in College Station, Texas. To walk along Bizzell from its start at George Bush Drive to its end at College Avenue is to walk…


Kindness shouldn’t be relative. And life is much simpler when you drink your coffee black.

These are the two rules I try to live by. Sometimes I fail.

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Late last spring, I was waiting in line for an oat milk cappuccino at one of the local coffee shops that…


Learn the basics, and then make it your own. ~ Lynell

I don’t have many benign memories of my mother, but one of them was that she liked to get new cars. They were never new to the world, rather just new to her. It was an act of extravagance…


Music can make or break the experience for your students

The power of music is indisputable. It elicits emotion, hurls us back in time, and moves us forward to a beat. Music has both an ergogenic effect and the ability to calm us as we relax into the serenity of…


The story of a lifelong spiritual crisis and its impending resolution through bourbon.

I stand on the steps between two sisters. I’m the eldest by one and two years, but I’m the smallest. I always was as a child. At 5'1", I often still am. Their names escape me, but the image vividly remains. They, comfortable in their long skirts and smooth, dirty…


When I graduated from my first yoga teacher training (YTT) in January 2015, I accepted my certificate comfortable with designing sequences, applying philosophy, and making playlists, but I had little knowledge about the business side of teaching — most specific to this conversation, the importance of choosing the correct insurance…


note: This is a work of nonfiction. Some names and identifying details have been changed to respect privacy.

Once upon a time, a line was cut through the dense thicket between Bragg and Saratoga, two rural towns nestled deep into East Texas. “Once upon a time” is 118 years ago…


My experience as a mostly white woman at a Black Lives Matter protest.

It has been said that Mr. Rogers, the archetype of human kindness and neighborly acceptance, spoke most clearly through his example. I believe that to be true of all people. …


they’re everywhere

I was asked to write about my hero, recently. I say recently, but really that was so many weeks ago. I just couldn’t do it until now. It’s not that I don’t know any. I do. It’s that I couldn’t only pick one. It’s that I couldn’t only…


and why they give me chills

I get chills every time I hear We Are the World. I never understood it, but this has been a truth since hearing it for the first time as a nine-year-old. Or maybe I was eight or ten. Either way, curious goosebumps have covered…

Adi McCasland

teacher | storyteller | bourbon drinker | lover of dogs & words

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