I’m Just a Small Town (Yoga) Girl…

As a new yoga student, the beauty of living in a large city is the opportunity it provides to explore lots of different kinds of yoga with many teachers at various studios. I attended my first yoga class in Vancouver when I was in my early twenties. It was a slow hatha class, I was the youngest person there and I remember liking it but being a little impatient and wanting more of a challenge.…

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Wyoming Meanderings

I am sitting at the chess table that Michael’s grandfather made, an exquisite piece of woodwork; perfectly square with precise detail, like the card suits embossed into its four corners. It is a thing of beauty. The table sits in the large front window in our living room. We never eat on it because it seems wrong, but we’ve never played chess either. We started a puzzle on it once, which we pecked away at for…

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