Yoga

It’s All ‘Grief Yoga’

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After my husband died, I brought a towel to exercise class to mop tears — not sweat.

The Clenching Curse

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Those hips don't lie. Even in grief.

The Widow's Yoga Tribe_Modern Loss

A Widow and her Galentines

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After my husband died, I stumbled about looking for my tribe. Counterintuitive to my nature, I found it in yoga class.

After Phil, A Sharper View

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Philip Seymour Hoffman was my longtime producing partner. After his death, I embraced an open state of mind that's led me to places I'd been wanting to go for years.

Learning To Quiet My Mind

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After my young son's death, yoga and meditation changed the shape of my grief.

The Yoga Dialogues

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After a close friend's sudden death, even a yoga teacher has trouble quieting her mind.