My favorite New York moment goes back to summer 2016. Still riding the high of my 200-hour yoga teacher training, I signed up with some of my friends to join the Yoga in Times Square event they hold each year on the summer solstice (alsoread more

so tell me about your poop… When these words came out of the mouth of my first Ayurvedic practitioner, a sweet, doe-eyed woman whose illuminated presence made up for the awful fluorescent lights of her tiny Wall Street office, I was a little taken aback.read more