As Is: A Memoir on Healing The Past Through Yoga

Everything I had considered my path up until that point meant nothing anymore.

As I walked out, closing the door to the women's section of the synagogue behind me, I suddenly found myself out at sea without a buoy to swim to. It was a strange and terrifying place to be, but at least I wasn't willing to stay on the ship, floating aimlessly to a destination predetermined by others. Perhaps it was at that moment that I took up my quest for authenticity, at any cost . . .

When recently married Ra...