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...
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...
