Last week, I attended an Iyengar style yoga class in Manhattan, a requirement for my 500-hour YogaWorks teaching training. This discipline of yoga focuses heavily on anatomical alignment, i.e., keeping the body safe and supported, and is structured more like a workshop than a free-flowing yoga class.… Read full post »

Recently, I took a class that blended yoga, tai chi, and pilates. I felt disoriented in the beginning of class, my eyes darting around the room as I moved my body into unfamiliar poses and adjusted to a new sequence.

The teacher, Michelle, a striking Asian woman with a body… Read full post »

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I wait for Max, nervously, at the bar. My stomach hurts, as it always does when I jump into situations I’m unsure of. I’m gulping my wine, trying to take the edge off. And this is not helping the stomach pain.

He's walking toward me now and I stand up.… Read full post »

Paros sea. Emerald meets sapphire. Shining. Clear. Not good for losing your bikini bottom while diving off a boat. 

Traditional houses, white with blue trim, tucked into hills. Other colors, too. Lime green, turquoise, shades of blue and green. Magenta bougainvillea and blue sky.&n… Read full post »

 Lefkes, Paros

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The idea behind this “yoga laughter group” I decide to try out is that we learn, as we get older, that it's not okay to laugh spontaneously and randomly for the reason that people might think us loopy if we, for instance, start cracking up in the produce department of/… Read full post »

Recently, my mother dragged me to the zoo on her day off. I don't share her fondness of this activity, but I could see how much she wanted to go. I guess I'll go. I hadn't been to the zoo for years, since I was a kid, and was instantly hit with… Read full post »

My feelings for Joe will soon change and develop into something I had never expected, but for now I'm safe. I feel traces of it, though, on a few occasions before I know.

The first time, it's contained in a smile. We’re at a work dinner: Joe, Jeff (a… Read full post »

Buddhist psychiatrist, Mark Epstein wrote: “I remember being asked in my first session with a therapist if I was aware that I was sitting on the edge of my seat.  I was not aware of it. I was sitting the way I always sat when talking with someone.  ‘What’s wrong with/… Read full post »

Everyone I pass on the sidewalk is hand-in-hand with a significant other, a world that feels alien to my single, broke ass. Glossy loving couples, straight out of those cheery holiday-card photographs people like to send, or smiling, attractive facebook images that have little to do with reality, se/… Read full post »

I rode the cross-town bus to meet Eric and negotiated in heels the eleven blocks to his apartment thinking, he could have offered to meet me. As I approached Amsterdam and 75^th, I spotted him across the street sitting on a step. He caught my eye and stood up. We each/… Read full post »