The other night, I had an extremely vivid dream that I was back teaching Spinning. In the dream, every bike was different, and I spent most of my time helping students adjust seats, move handlebars, and get their feet clipped in. When I woke up, I immediately went to...
When a class ends and it wasn’t your choice, the emotions can hit harder than you’d expect. Maybe the studio cut your slot. Maybe an illness or injury forced you to step away before you were ready. Maybe a move, a caregiving responsibility, or a job change...
I recently dropped a class I’d been teaching for nearly 22 years. Monday nights at 6 p.m. at Carrboro Yoga Company—a class that was on the schedule since the literal day the studio opened on March 1, 2004. Walking away was one of the most bittersweet decisions...
I was teaching a free yoga class at an outdoor gear store in Edmonton when a woman walked in with a toddler and an infant. Not a sleeping infant in a carrier. Not a toddler quietly coloring in the corner. These children were alert, wandering around the room, making...
What an accidental yoga retreat in Mexico taught me about seeing students I got “stuck” in the Riviera Maya for 10 extra days—and accidentally found exactly what I needed. My husband and I had planned a week’s vacation in mid-January. A respite from...
I once sat on a plane next to the drummer from Loverboy. You know, “Working for the Weekend”? Lovely guy. He had a leather jacket, a Zildjian cymbal carry-on, and a daughter who was a ballet dancer whom he was super proud of. We got to talking about what...
