The ancient practice of yoga loosens limbs, shores up balance, strengthens the body's core, teaches us how to breathe, and, maybe most of all, reminds us to leave our ego at the door for once. These days, there are some unusual - dare we say strange? - new classes in town. Here is a breakdown of four of them, along with good reasons to try them all.
My husband and I play a game that isn't really a game, called "I'm Lost."
It didn't matter that I was Jewish and that Christmas was about as important to me as the Chinese New Year is to an unborn baby. We were in love, and this was going to be the best holiday season ever.
Sometimes I think my life is defined more by the things I don't like than by the things I do.
I killed a fly the other day. It was hanging out on the rim of the toilet, and I knew, because I've known a lot of flies in my life, that its next stop was the tomatoes sitting on the counter in my kitchen.
My husband and I were in our early 30s when we bought our first piece of original art.
Last month I had minor surgery on my hand for something called trigger finger.
I've taken a lot of tests in my life. Academic tests, productivity tests, fitness tests, personality tests. Some have been more accurate than others. The fitness test I took in elementary school that proclaimed I had the muscle tone of a sloth was accurate. My SATs rightly observed that for every brain cell that contributes to my good grammar habits, 40 brain cells responsible for mathematical ability have to die. The Enneagram personality test I took in my 40s that labeled me an unapologetic recluse was also accurate (but isn't anymore).
It's one of my favorite activities: watching CBS' "Sunday Morning" with my husband on the sofa, with dogs Theo and Jada in a breakfast-saturated snooze between us. The latest show featured Antonio Banderas talking about his role as Picasso in an upcoming movie; a story about a Michelin-starred restaurant in the Faroe Islands and a spotlight on Tina Fey's new Broadway show, "Mean Girls." The program wrapped with a segment by Luke Burbank talking about dog cloning.
It is a great myth of childhood that adults understand everything, or if not everything, then at least math, and if not math, then the news. Maybe somewhere this mythical adult really does exist; I for one cannot believe how often I operate, and in how many capacities, without a clue.
