I never really thought about how yoga can help the grieving process until I started to emotionally prepare myself for the anniversary of my best friend's death. It's been thirteen years since we lost Matt. A tattoo on the inside of my left wrist is a subtle reminder to live the way he would. To…
The pollen vortex has sucked me in, swirled me around, and tossed me back and forth a few times for good measure before spitting me out again. In short, seasonal allergies have made me their b*tch. Itchy eyes, snotty nose, swollen sinuses, coughs, sniffles, wheezes... there is no Neti pot, herbal tea, bee pollen, local honey, or…
