Tuesday, August 30, 2011


All you have to do in this pose is tell your friends you've read Ulysses.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Yoga Bitch Giveaways

One of my favorite bloggers, Claire Bidwell Smith, author of the forthcoming book The Rules of Inheritance, is giving away free copies of Yoga Bitch on her blog! Read more about it here.

Yoga Bitch isn’t just a book for yogis; rather it’s a book for seekers, for those of us who know there’s more out there, even if finding it means giving up everything about who you thought you were in order to become who you always wanted to be.

And Yogadork, the end-all be-all of yoga blogs, is also giving away free copies of my book. Here's that contest. You have till Wednesday to enter!

I'm in DC now, headed to New York tomorrow. Yesterday I had my first reading and it was more fun than I ever could have imagined. I'll post pics & details soon.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Water me and I sprout interviews

Interview with the Washington Post Express, here. I was also on KUOW's The Conversation today. Here's a link to that puppy, too.

Day after tomorrow I fly to Washington, DC for the first stop on my book tour, right here.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Kirkus Review Interview, Yoga Dork review & more!

Here's an interview I did with Molly Brown over at Kirkus, a review from Yoga Dork, and an interview with Nancy Alder over at elephant journal. And my piece over at recovering yogi has been reposted to elephant journal here and every time I look at it another thousand people have read it. 4500 so far. The yogis have been coming out for this book! An ongoing twitter discussion of Yoga Bitch has been going on as part of the twitter yoga book club (#YOBC). I'm taking part in the discussion even though I am somewhat clueless about the way twitter works. But I'm trying! Anyway, it's all a great deal of fun.

Friday, August 19, 2011


Seattleite has decided I'm their Dynamic Seattleite of the day. Pretty neat for a gal who goes to work in her pajamas.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Yoga Cynic reviews Yoga Bitch

I like this elephant journal review very much.

I was pleasantly surprised to find that Yoga Bitch remains far too smart a book for either formulaic extreme. while Morrison admits to wanting to write a classic spiritual memoir about finding the God she desperately wants to believe in, she finds she can’t, honestly, and doesn’t. And, while she ends up with a sort of dueling duo of disillusionments—with both the painfully earnest-yet-hypocritical uber-new agey side of yoga culture and the ultra-commercialized even-more-hypocritical big city variety—she’s not willing to throw it all out the window, either (not permanently, at least). Like no other yoga/travel memoir I’ve read, she critically examines the condescension of affluent westerner yogis who can afford to romanticize poverty and think they’re giving dark-skinned third world people a compliment in calling them innocent. To anyone who finds the previous sentence confusing, I couldn’t recommend Yoga Bitch more highly.

Reading Christianity in the Age of Glenn Beck

Latest dispatch from my Huffington Post blog, here.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Confessions of a recovering flowtard

Here's a piece I probably had too much fun writing. It's over at Recovering Yogi, a smart, wicked online yoga magazine. UPDATE: This piece has been reposted to elephant journal, right here.

. . . Something interesting has happened since I finished writing Yoga Bitch. I think I may have grown all wise and shit. No, really. I think I’m just a little bit enlightened. Like, I seem to have evolved in my practice so that very little bothers me and I don’t really care if I look terrible in class, or if everybody around me can do crow pose while I lie face-down on my mat, weeping silently. I’m just sort of okay with that, now. It’s like, having written Yoga Bitch, I said what I needed to say and now I can just be a yogi who happens to cry a lot during the more challenging postures.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Yoga Bitch is in Bookstores Today!

In a few hours I am going to walk up the hill to my favorite bookstore on the planet, Elliott Bay Book Company, where I will buy a copy of my book. Not that I need another copy-- I've got colorful little Yoga Bitches tucked into every corner of my house and two giant boxes of books downstairs. But I've been dreaming of seeing a book with my name on it at Elliott Bay Books since I was a sixteen-year-old. So I'm buying one for her.

Friday, August 12, 2011

S.P. Miskowski's horror novel

S.P. Miskowski's excellent horror novel, Knock Knock, is on sale over at Amazon's Kindle store right now. If you are a lover of great writing and creepy tales, fork over the 3.99 today and start reading. It's cheaper than a latte! Scarier, too.

Miskowski is a brilliant writer. I've linked to her stories here before, but this one in particular is a favorite-- and it's actually a story from this book.

The timing couldn't be more perfect for Knock Knock to be unleashed: it is a story for autumn, when the days are getting shorter and drearier. It was made for the season when you stop feeling guilty about staying in bed late on a Sunday morning-- it's raining, so who wants to leave the house? Buy it now, and wait for that first day when you know summer is ending. In Seattle that day is everyday, so we are, in a sense, spoiled. This novel was made for my city.

Three girls grapple their way to womanhood in a Pacific Northwest town haunted by its own sins. They make one terrible mistake that sets the story in motion. Once that mistake has been made, you will not be able to put the book down. Cancel your evening plans. Cancel your eating plans, too; you won't be able to walk down the stairs to the kitchen without turning on all the lights. Or running. Or both. I recommend reading this book in bed with a pot of coffee or tea nearby. Keep the shades up so you can watch the sky darkening. 

Monday, August 8, 2011

Me & My Monkey Mind

An article I wrote is up on elephant journal, right here. Narcissism meets a bout of altruism for a surprising discovery on the mat!

I once had a yoga teacher in New York tell me and the rest of her class that we had a little watcher inside our minds, witnessing our every thought. Like a little stalker. We were listening to the Police as she spoke, and she ended her sermon by saying, “Your witness is always there, always somewhere nearby. So that every move you make, every breath you take, you’ll be watching you.”