I was dressed in new clothes head to toe. I pulled my hair in a high pony-tail, covering the rubber band with a strand of what I still and will probably always insist is my naturally blonde hair. The pale blue, collared dress shirt was simple but attractively pleated in the back, making the conto...
I had to pick myself up and push on, no matter how painful. Pamela was right. I needed to focus on my yoga, on my career, and on getting better. I headed for Studio Tulaa at lunch. This particular course wasn’t taught by Pamela, but I nonetheless finished feeling rejuvenated and enlightened, and ...