Back in 2000 I lived in Paris for a year while studying at Parsons School of Design. On the weekends (okay, not EVERY weekend), instead of recovering from being out at one of the various clubs, I would spend the day wandering all around the city.
I recently received an email from Love Yoga in Venice, celebrating my one year anniversary as a student. It made me smile because I don’t quite remember life before Love Yoga. For years Myka told me to give yoga a try, but I always thought my body needs strenuous physical activity to be challenged – … Continue reading "The Reluctant Yogi"
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The journey of our friendship started as sales associates at the same clothing store in Atlanta, where we both attended Spelman College. We went our separate ways, traversing through grad school in Paris and a move back home to Connecticut, before running into each other, literally, on Madison Avenue each not knowing that the other resided in the same Brooklyn neighborhood.
The friendship blossomed through our twenties, a time we fondly recall as “the lean years”. These years really set the groundwork on who we were, and what kind of women we were to be. We learned that though one may be to the manor born, real lessons of grace, style and beauty are learned when funds are tight and you have to improvise on the fly. We both were born to strong parents who insisted on hard work instead of handouts. And we wouldn’t have it any other way.