Freshly showered and holding a three-prong folder, I smiled at the receptionist at a local elementary school as she dialed the principal. “No,” the receptionist said into the receiver, potentially in answer to the question, “Does she have an appointment?”
Dangling from the metal bar, I would’ve laughed at the absurdity of the situation if it wasn’t so painfully embarrassing. Some of the more sportive students watched with frustration as I hung there like a limp flag with no wind in sight. READ MORE
The sun was out, and the grass was dry, so we set up our kids’ yoga class outside. As we sat in a big circle on our mats, we inhaled and exhaled in time with our breathing ball. I looked out and saw smiles on all but one face.
I have a secret. It feels delicious, like a lover in a closet or a message from an anonymous admirer. It would probably be much more interesting to you if it were as scandalous as either. It’s not, but it’s no less vitalizing to me. READ MORE
On my way out the door, I dropped a deck of mudra cards in my tote bag. It was the first day back from Thanksgiving Break and I needed something novel to draw the students’ attention during my after-school yoga program. READ MORE