On Becoming a Yoga Teacher or Drinking the Hippie Kool Aid

“Yoga teacher training will change your life.” This is what the nice lady behind the counter of the yoga studio told me every time I asked about taking yoga teacher training.

At this, I always cocked my head to the side, squinted my eyes and thought, “Really? You know this? You, standing behind that counter in your stretchy pants know this about me?” Continue reading

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The Boxes Under the Stairs

This weekend found me sitting in my mother’s basement, sorting through a gaggle of boxes that had sat undisturbed for almost twenty years in a tiny room under the stairs. My mother is thinking of moving and so it was finally time for my sister and I, on a trip home for a family event, to sift through the paraphernalia we’d successfully avoided until last Sunday. Continue reading