Nightmare on Twitter

I dreamt about a literary agent whom I’ve never met, but who I follow on Twitter. The setting was a very highbrow conference in a posh hotel. My dream the agent was all suave and witty, with an Australian accent, like Clive James, but he looked more like Keith Richards, and he was smoking, with…

Warts and all yogi

This is my first yoga post. Not sure how it’s going to turn out. It’s one thing, being a warts-and-all writer, but a warts-and-all yoga teacher??? How does that work? Then I was totally inspired by Chris’s incredible blog post, about the depression she was now emerging from. Chris is a yoga teacher – we…