Have you ever had moments of great confusion followed by moments of clarity? They might have happened in a lecture or a workshop, when your preexisting beliefs were shattered and the reorganization of the pieces led to a more full picture of how things work. I talk...
A few yoga for athletes options for you cosmopolitan East Coasters. I’ll be in Washington, D.C. (well, technically, Chevy Chase) this weekend to lead my intensive on teaching yoga to athletes at the Yoga Fusion Studio. As part of the weekend, I’m offering...
I had my hair blown out today, for fun and because I had the time after my semiannual haircut. It’s been two years or so since I’ve seen it straight. The children were alarmed. “You look like a mom,” I thought Vivi said, but she explained,...
I spent the first ten years of my life in Buffalo, New York. These years included the Blizzard of ’77, which buried our AMC Pacer so much that not even a hump of the car was visible in the snow. While these years calibrated my snow tolerance meter, I was not old...
Tuesdays and Thursdays, I arrive at Carrboro Yoga midday to sign in and enjoy Ruth’s noon Power Flow class. One of my first chores, and my most favorite, is cleaning the floor. I slowly push the wide dust mop back and forth over the century-old wood. When...
