Writing — and more important, hearing back from the great open void — was all so exciting for me the other day that I didn’t know how to handle it. In the end, I opted for flinging salsa verde on my shirt.
It used to be a haven. When I was little, I was always in the water. Eventually, I fled to the sanctity of the lanes to avoid high-school drama. Nothing like a good workout, body screaming down the pool, to take your mind off chemistry tests and French homework. There, I knew what to expect, […]
My earliest memory of yoga is probably Rodney Yee in my living room. Not the real Rodney, thankfully. Just him on DVD, a light breeze tugging playfully at his long black braid.