I was introduced to yoga at a young age. My mother wavered between being a passionate practitioner and a happy hobbyist. She yoga-d in fits and starts as interest, time, and mood dictated. I remember coming home from high school one fateful day to find her on the kitchen floor, madly twisted on her mat like the plot of a Dickens’ novel. Not to make this all about me, but… what I really remember is having to awkwardly step over her to reach the cookies. 

Late afternoon, mid-week, in the period our progeny has taken to calling The Pandemic Times. Kel and I are at home, perched on stools at the island in the kitchen on a video call with a Trust and Estate lawyer.