It’s been two weeks since I’ve arrived in India. After 40 hours, four flights, one very long, stressful car ride, and 12.5 hours of time...

I’ll never forget my first yoga class. I was an awkward, overweight 17-year-old with bad knees and worse self-esteem. A new hot studio...

What does yoga mean to me? I wanted to be a yoga instructor for years. Every so often, the urge would wash over me and I would delve into...