My dad recently asked me as we sipped coffee what “hot yoga” was.* I found it hard to give an apt description – partly because it’s different everytime I go, partly because I don’t really know what I’m doing, and partly because I wanted to do the Gwyneth thing and compare my memory of it to his Vietnam ones. But even I have a couth-line I draw. #sorrynotsorry Mostly, though,.. Read More