My lion-taming, long-term sub job not only paid the tuition to Yoga Teacher Training at Kripalu, but it also enabled me to afford a private room  with a private bathroom.  (Yee-hah!)  Because by this time I was 51 years old and the thought of living dorm-style with with a bunch of earnest, vegan, menstruating recent … Continue reading The Story of Main Street Yoga, part 5