Dirty Windows

The other morning I got up at 5 a.m., a habit I have been trying to recreate. It allows me a few minutes to blog before my husband, deceived by the empty spot in my bed to think it’s time for him to get up, and cranky when he realizes how early it really is, …

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I Don’t Have to be Good at Yoga

For a long time I wasn’t good at yoga and that bothered me. I used to weep through class because I couldn’t effortlessly lift my legs and go into shoulder stand – I had to rock back and forth, useless cheating that frustrated me to no end. Then I started going to yoga every day …

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