Category Archives: It’s Hard to Live, Still I Think It’s The Best Bet

Namaste

After nine years with the same yoga instructor, I recently jumped ship. Not because of dissatisfaction—I love my longtime teacher—but because of reanalyzed cost-benefit ratio (popular in this economy, yes?).  Her class is offered once a week for $12/session and I found a place where I could go any of seven days a week for…

The Endless Race

One of my Anonymous Commenters likes to reply to my posts with poems (See “Guts”). I am not much of a poetry person, but I like her approach. Often her chosen poets speak better than I to whatever theme I aimed for.  Every now and then something really hits home. This one by Lucille Clifton,…