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...
For the first few years I was teaching yoga, I swung like a pendulum between two exhausting extremes. Some weeks I’d spend three hours planning a single sixty-minute class—color-coded notes, backup sequences, contingency plans for every possible student who...
Most of the yoga teachers I work with are not dreaming about becoming content creators. They’re dreaming about teaching great classes, connecting with real humans, and going home with a little energy left in the tank. And still, social media anxiety shows up...
