The Bridge

I have six good memories of my father. When I was four, we spent the winter in Florida, and my dad bought me an ice cream sandwich for the good behavior I displayed one morning while running errands with him.  There was the time, also in Florida, that he saved me from being stuck in an elevator by myself.   After a drinking binge with my friends, as a teenager, where a drunken fall caused me to chip my front tooth, my father, a dentist by profession, took me to his office that night and bonded up the chip, without once … Continue reading

Me and The Beebs

    It wasn’t supposed to go down like this. I never forget my music. I have it in my purse at all times. Except this week, when I switched purses. Any yoga teacher knows that her playlist is everything. And anyone who has ever taken yoga remembers the playlist. They may not remember what was on that playlist but they remember how those songs made them feel. So when I arrived at the studio on Tuesday without my music, I felt empty handed, to say the least. I should mention that my music fail was preventable. That “free” cell … Continue reading

How to Be Kick Ass on The Fly

The first mistake was sleeping until after seven, because my best thinking takes place way earlier.  On a good morning, I sit with my coffee at 5:30, before anyone else is awake.  I review my calendar for that day.  I meditate. I chant “om.”   I practice yoga postures.  I listen to music I like.  I take a few hours to ease into life before the kids barrel down the stairs, the dogs beg to be fed, and the chase to get to the bus stop or weekend morning soccer practice begins. So it should have come as no surprise that … Continue reading

It’s My Island

I didn’t want to teach tonight. I never don’t want to teach. It has been a whirlwind week, between starting a “big girl” job that requires me to walk out of my house primped and well caffeinated when the kids leave for school, the impending monthly deadline on the magazine I edit, and getting adjusted to being the only adult in the house (I thought I was outnumbered before with three kids.  Now, I’m really outnumbered!) So, at 6:40 tonight, I finally turned off my computer after squeezing in 20 minutes of magazine editing time, after getting home from work, … Continue reading

How Not to Hold a Grudge

The bitch and I share the driver’s seat as I drive to the studio.  She’s taking up most of the space. “Can you please find your own seat?”  I ask.     “Shut up, bitch,” she snaps back.   “Who do you think you’re talking to?  You’re the bitch!” “Like you’re completely innocent.” I turn up the music and block her out.  The seat feels pretty cramped, but I manage.  You may not see my inner bitch, even if we’re in the same room, but every now and then, she takes over.    Like today. I’ve been holding some grudges, and … Continue reading

Ten Reasons Why Being A Yoga Teacher Rocks

Ah, the midlife crisis.  That moment in time that when certain people approach the age of forty, with as much grace as a rhinoceros trying to walk a tightrope.  Some leave their marriages, while others go out and buy a Maserati, while others take on the task of making over their bodies or redesigning their homes.  As for me, I ran off for six months and studied yoga. I use the term “ran off” loosely.   I still lived in my house, but for the amount of energy and time away from my family that it took to get through those … Continue reading

Church of The Diva

I am a recovering adult child of the religiously traumatized.  If you were force fed religion as a child for the sole purpose of performing in a rite of passage ceremony at a certain age, perhaps you know what I mean.  If the messengers of that said religion delivered its doctrines while instilling in you fear, guilt, and confusion, then maybe you too, once suffered from the condition I am talking about.   It didn't help that the God they presented to me was not the most loving and forgiving of all holy beings.   God was watching, and he was judging.  … Continue reading

The Legend of Shiva Shakti: The Fierce Diva Guide To Trusting Your Instincts

She sauntered into the room like a porn star arriving on the set, hips jutted out in front of her in a walk led by her groin.  As she strolled past me, I noticed the chipped polish of her neon green pedicure, the bleach blonde highlights that swayed between her tattooed shoulder blades, and the outfit that was slightly too revealing for her firm, yet post menopausal body.   "Namaste," she murmured, in an Oxycontin slur, as she crossed her tanned, bare legs into lotus pose.   Thus, began my workshop with Shiva Shakti, the yoga celebrity who boasted a national following.* … Continue reading