I was nineteen when my body first taught me that silence can hurt more than pain. A cyst the size of an orange was pressing down on my bladder and uterus, eventually causing a prolapse (though I didn’t know that word at the time). I didn’t know what a pelvic floor was, or that the muscles and connective tissue at the base of the body are designed to support organs, regulate pressure and respond rhythmically to breath. I only knew that something felt wrong, as if my insides were slipping out...

Spend five minutes watching a polo match and you’ll see it: speed, power, precision — all unfolding while the rider stays balanced on a...

Following up on my last post—and the wonderful, thought-provoking conversations that followed—here are a few suggestions for managing...