Experiences

A Field Guide to Agents, Queries, and Other Creative Punishments Lex E. Santi, LCSW, MFA At one point in its life, Song of the Midnight...

Beginning your private practice, step-by-step... It's been 6 years since I started my private practice and I love it. If the first part...

I write a monthly blog post for Pallas Fitness about the intersection of yoga and CrossFit. I repost the blog entries here. Has it been really another year of the CrossFit Open? We sit now; bodies still sore and the experience of the open is now somewhat behind us. We reflect, we rejoice and we set out for another year of fitness. I have been at Pallas since “the old gym” a topic for another blog entry, and I recently sat down and put together that my first Open must have be

Reposted from the Cornell Daily Sun from April of 2013 When I was a sophomore, I took a class that changed my life and continues to...

From 2010-2011, now 12 years ago, I took a photo a day. This is how I described it back then: From March 1st, 2010 until March 31st, 2011...

I had the opportunity to walk the earth with another being that gave me such incredible love and fierce grace across the course of almost 12 years. I am now saying goodbye to him, in the only way that I know how, which is by writing about our life together. As someone once told me, "write to make it all real." What follows is his story. If you have lost a dog it may give you solace or it may cause to reflect on your sadness. I am a writer first, and all other things second, s

The course that changed my life was called Making Connections. When I was in college at Hobart and William Smith, there was a program...

I worked at Cornell for five years. I had a job working in the office of international education. I reported directly to the Vice Provost. The local kid had done something big, scored a nice gig at Cornell University. More than, I had a landing space where I could begin to pay off debt and take a few international trips every year that would be work related. I worked in one of the oldest buildings on campus. in the Ag Quad. I was proud to work there. I would dress up in sharp

When I was 19 years old my car was surrounded by three cop cars in a road block in Horseheads, NY, about 20 minutes outside of Ithaca,...

This photo has always had a special place for me. I had the opportunity to go to Cambodia and do work with agencies that work to end human trafficking. I was a photographer on the trip, two weeks meeting men and women who had endured horrible pain and suffering in this world. I remember taking this shot after my partner at the time, who would later break up with me, had finished her set. We walked into the sun of the facility and there sat a lotus in the midst of this courtya

The process of getting free in your life takes many turns, not all of them a path of light and safety. We begin this process of working towards resolving issues in our life, at times, haphazardly and seeking out connection and love from others. At other times it is wrought with job decisions. At other times it is the drastic escape from family. And so on. Your journey, no matter how arduous or dramatic is made up of many decisions in your life where you seemingly venture betw

So no matter what you do over the course of four years, it’s about the next forty that matter, so try to keep that in mind.

Reposted from the Cornell daily Sun, November 2012 At the time of finishing this article I have not seen the sun for 10 straight days. As a lifelong Ithacan I can tell you a few things about the gray that accompanies the winter here in town and it is my hope that it helps pull you through the next months. While there may be a certain Tea Party fanaticism as to the validity of global warming I can tell you this: Ithaca no longer gets much of the brutal blizzard cold that we go

Reposted from the Cornell Daily Sun, October 2012 It is the neurotic nerds of society that have been responsible for the greatest...

Reposted from the Cornell Daily Sun September 2012 You can call me an Ithacan. Heck, you can even call me a townie. This past December I...