La, la, la la la la, Leila, and the Door.

A few months ago a Yoga teacher asked me if I could make some space in the house that’s exclusive to my practice. I fidgeted. “Not really.” My living room Yoga studio, (now the the kids play room) has always been my practice space. "At least for your Pranayama practice." ---------------------- We have a spare … Continue reading La, la, la la la la, Leila, and the Door.

Elevator ride. Part 2

A couple of days ago Leila and I took the elevator down from the 20th floor. She was in a single stroller. Two well dressed women started a conversation with and about L. Ms. Pink and Ms. Blue seemed to be working in offices in the building. Of course the usual "How cute," and "what … Continue reading Elevator ride. Part 2