yoga off the mat

When a kid comes back to his old school…

     So, I’m sitting at the table, with garlic bread, pasta, meatballs, and a fluffy mound of fresh grated Parmesan cheese in front of me. My head hurts, my eyes burn and I try to hold back the tears for the umpteenth time today. Nope. The tears come- I was trying to stuff the… Continue reading When a kid comes back to his old school…