Author Archives: Yogadivamama

Shadcanit Not Yenta. The Pro-Golfer Life. No More Doubles.

My mind this week was in a constant state of pong ping inside my head. Here’s a topic. There’s a topic. Where’s the topic. Oh, many ideas, infact too many, and so they bounced, bounced and bounced. Inside my mind and out in a flash as my fingers did not feel the impetus to rush […]

Ode To Miss B.

Grammar, why grammar? Moans, and hushes fill my freshman room as I begin a story, of course true to form, on Miss Bafaloukos. A yearly staple as the story is true, and sums up my tolerance and teaching of a concept long forgotten. The art of grammar has been dismissed in many a classroom, hence […]

Guilt, Love and Complication and the Art of NO!

This blog never was anything more than an outlet to a time in my life that I needed to vent and realized others who in my lives were experiencing children in crisis. They were silent. I shared. I had to, in my heart I knew I was not alone. Never expecting applause, contracts, jobs or […]

Time for Office Max

    The commericals with the parents gliding happily through the aisles tossing items with reckless abandon into carts as their children with hanging heads following well behind. I miss those commericals, I was anything but that mom…as no one could have the same excitement as my son did, he was pushing the cart and […]

Peanut Butter Yogi

    Go figure, after a big training day for upcoming school year, I was starving and came home and ate a peanut butter sandwich. In most instances, likely…not impossible as it was in a 100 calorie pita and reduced fat PB. But then I forgot I had hot yoga…so off I go and discovered […]

A Child That Was Never Mine…

And now, my sons, remember, remember that it is upon the rock of our Redeemer, who is Christ, the Son of God, that ye must build your foundation; that when the devil shall send forth is mighty winds, yea, his shafts in the whirlwind, yea, when all his hail and his mighty storm shall beat […]

The Seine River, the Cultured Version of Water World

And other nonsense views of an American in Paris… Oh the mis-truths abound of the people in Paris, so my trip began with a little fright. My initial thought is that the first uppity France first advocate, Americans are dirt and we would be vacationing in an RV the rest of our days debating what […]

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30 Days…Or So…

    The challenge of self-transformation begins today.  I have purchased a month in the land of work-out purgatory.  True Hot Yoga or Bikram with music is my new home day-in and day-out.   The daily grind is supposed to bring forth an euphoric experience from daily Bikram grind.  Which frankly, I am unsure of… I do know I […]

The No Answer, Answer

It happens, I experience it often. The pregnant pause of compliments or the lack of one. Actually it is fear of truth be told by the questionee. It happens. Oh not at first in a marriage, that is the period where you can wear a bag and look fabulous…I tried it…it worked. Me and my […]


Quite literally frozen, no words have come to my brain worthy of much…that means this blog is nothing either than an exercise of futility and hopefully an awakening to a words. Trying my usual reading, chatting, pouring over webites and magazines not for inspiration but just the bringing to life of a novel well on […]


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