Author Archives: Yogadivamama

My Off-Beat Puzzle is Complete

      Sitting in the airport clicking my proverbial red ruby slippers and chanting in silence, “No place like home, no place like home.” While my mission was accomplished of this weekend and the hoopla of 80 years on earth seen and done, check and double check. I was alone, usually am when I […]

Is White Plains in Westchester or Westchester in White Plains

Woke up today to a driver that is 80 and rings the bell and alarms thy sleeping husband and huskies who now are howling with delight, at 4:45. My home became a small chamber choir as I stumbled to the door, one earring on and one somewhere in the midst of my sprint to the […]

Is White Plains in Westchester or Westchester in White Plains

Woke up today to a driver that is 80 and rings the bell and alarms thy sleeping husband and huskies who now are howling with delight, at 4:45. My home became a small chamber choir as I stumbled to the door, one earring on and one somewhere in the midst of my sprint to the […]

Sweep Out

    Everyone has a dirty rug or two, frantically sweeping parts of our lives under the bulging rugs in our home feeling secure that no one will see them rising. My rugs do not bulge. Not one. Flat and happy. Clean as a whistle. Not the Martha Stewart of personal dirt, just without the […]

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 […]

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