These pics might be illustrations in my next book that will be entitled “daily chronicles of a hot mess yogi mom.” “Inhale ...exhale..Roscoe stop eating my mat, inhale...G stop Antagonizing the dog, exhale...., inhale...can someone turn off the stove....exhale...shit I forgot to change the clothes from the washer to the dryer 3 days ago... inhale find your inner stillness, exhale ouch Roscoe that was my toe...bring me back that shoe !” Yoga is a metaphor for life, particularl

Shadow Hunter. Like most children, I was always afraid of the dark. I always felt vulnerable and lonely. I always felt that bad things happened in darkness because you can’t fully see. I always “saw” monsters in my closet. I always felt them hiding under my bed. I used to line up all of my stuffed animals, my “lovies” along the wall where my bed rested. And another line of lovies stood guard under the bed. It made me Feel safe and protected. During the daylight I got scared,