It’s Sunday night. You have three classes to teach this week and you’re staring at a blank notebook. You’ve been scrolling for sequence ideas for the last 45 minutes, five browser tabs are open, and nothing feels right for the actual students who’ll show up tomorrow...
Autumn is my favorite season, and not only because of football. The slightly embarrassing reason is that as the light gets lower, everything casts a longer shadow, and I find that weirdly reassuring. The shadows were there all summer. You just couldn’t see them at...
Every September, I make myself the same promise: this is the year I stay ahead of my class planning. I buy the good notebook. I block out Thursday afternoons. I picture every class outlined a week in advance, calm and unhurried. As of this writing, that notebook holds...
Joy and comparison can’t share the same breath—so how do you choose joy? I don’t run much anymore, so most mornings you’ll find me walking—usually with my husband, often before the day has decided what it wants to be. We have a little game. When another walker comes...
Most conversations about yoga philosophy begin politely, with a Sanskrit term and a respectful nod to the Yoga Sutras. When I sat down with my dear friend and longtime writing partner, Alexandra DeSiato, to talk about our new book, she opened with death. That is very...
