December 2025

Last week, I watched a kid completely fall apart during a game. Good player. Solid skills. Practiced hard. But the moment the defense picked up full court, the moment his defender got in his space, the moment the game got tight, he looked like someone trying to solve a math equation while riding a rollercoaster. […]

Last week, a client came in moving like a rusted robot. Every time she reached for something overhead—grabbing a plate from the cabinet, putting luggage in the overhead bin, existing in general—her face would scrunch up like she’d just bitten into a lemon. “My shoulder’s been killing me for months,” she said. “I’ve stretched it.