I owe some mamas an apology. To that one mama: who returned my text every three months who called all the time cause she needed to hear real words who suddenly couldn’t make a lunch date, ever who brought her kids everywhere who took her kid nowhere who left her fancy gig to stay at
Those of you who live in Atlanta know that highway 285 allows us to bypass traveling through the center of our city to get just about anywhere we want to go. You also know that there are times when 285 is painfully congested. The other option takes us straight into the heart of our city.
Being with child I have become ACUTELY aware of how often people comment on my looks and women’s looks/bodies in general. I even had to ask my husband do people comment on his looks/body multiple times a day. He said “uh, no, hardly ever.” Being a yoga teacher and engaging with people’s bodies as my
Could just be me, but in my yoga practices both as a student and teacher, seems like just when I start to settle in, find a groove Here comes- change. I remember the first time I stopped feeling resonance with one of my favorite teachers When I started to feel misplaced at one of my
Today marks two years since I left my 10-year career and stepped out of that beautiful and safe, yet often suffocating space. It is true, it took incredible courage for me to make the first step. What is also true is that it has taken more than courage to take the second… and the 1,0000000000th
I think my southern yogi folk can relate: My mama is a super church going lady, reads The Bible for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And I told y’all she keeps “Jesus on the main line.” My sister and I lovingly call my mama “our holy high roller” when we think she can’t hear us. When