Six Sweats, or How I Found The Yoga Beast Within
One recent morning, an email arrived informing me that an eight-pack of dance/yoga passes I purchased last summer (then promptly forgot) was set to expire in exactly one week. Eight classes in seven days is some very sweaty math, but…
From Zion To Cryin’
On Thursday, November 28, 2013, I rose at a very stupid time and drove from Los Angeles to Zion National Park, which took me six and a half blissfully easy hours. After several days spent frolicking amongst the various displays…
