My Kingdom For a Hip Cup of Cartilage

There was that time I pretended to be a frog the entire double session practice of my Dad’s football team. I was 6 or 7, and the entire day I leapfrogged around the football field, no other mode of transit was allowed. There was hopscotch and jump rope during every recess. There were stretching festivals […]

Prana is Direction Elephant is Cheetah

Inside the asana when yoga. Inside the activity when Alexander Technique. Both ways of studying self have their own language, their own strengths, gaps, prejudices, over sights, genius, beauty and wisdom (not an exhaustive list). Both are aiming to effect the flow of energy. Prana when yogaing. Directions when Alexandering. I have been studying Alexander since I was 24, […]

Title Nine Minus 2018

or What Does Inappropriate Mean in Today’s World? WARNING: This blog is not about yoga. This blog is about ME My living in an athletic female body that was molested by her gymnastics coach at 13. I did not tell anyone but my little sister. I knew no one wanted to hear what I had to […]

What Happens at YogaClub

January 1st 2009 we opened a small sweet donation-based studio in the attic of our home, it named itself Ashtanga Yoga Club Durham. The City of Durham has rules and regulations concerning the running of business in your home. Since our little studio was in a residential setting the whole enterprise had to stay on the […]

Perfunctory Practice

These past few weeks my practice has been less than amazing in terms of duration, or rigor. The best thing about my practice is it truly is a practice. It is something that I have built my life around, we have a deep, long, loving relationship. Even though this practice is mine, I share it […]

11/9 /2016

couple in bed with chihuahuas at around 4AM husband gets up to go to the bathroom, comes back to bed checks phone….. says nothing wife- what?! who won? husband -Trump wife- what? husband – yes….. wife—sort of sobbing…. I can’t believe this… how did this happen?… I am not ready for this….. husband- well… now […]