I rode my bike away from the last day of my teaching job as if I couldn’t peddle fast enough. I remember the struggle as I pumped up the big hill, visualizing my middle finger flicking my last farewell (but I didn’t do it...maybe I would have if I wasn’t peddling so fast). 

That year was the worst of my life. There were more tears than I thought possible in a human body. There was so much fear before meetings with administrators or parents. The students seemed to...

I stowed away in the dark cave of personal growth for a LONG time not all that long ago. Each time I came up for air I was gently coaxed back to dig a little deeper. So in the face of a global pandemic and being urged to hermit, go within, retreat, I returned to this inner world of introspection. Like most, at first I was reluctant with my attachment to my routines and people I love, the idea of forced social isolation made me so sad. Disconnected. 

In my study of yoga Santosha is...

It’s not pretty, that’s for sure. 

The person you see now is confident, content and accepting. 

But it wasn’t always this way, Maybe it looked this way. I had perfected that. 

For me, this didn’t even begin because I hated my teaching job. I just wanted to HAVE a boyfriend! To be in a relationship. I thought if I could just find that love and connection then everything else would be certain, I would be significant, my life could...