I found yoga later, and built a practice around that.

I didn't grow up doing yoga, and I didn't come to it through a studio culture obsessed with how a pose looks. I came to it in my forties, tired, stiff, and looking for something that would help my body hold up for the next forty years, not just photograph well for the next forty minutes.

What I found instead changed how I think about the practice entirely. The poses that mattered most weren't the deep backbends or the show-off arm balances. They were the quiet, unglamorous ones: standing on one leg without wobbling, breathing slowly enough to actually calm down, getting up off the floor without using my hands. Those became the foundation of everything I now teach.

Today I teach exclusively for women in their 40s, 50s, and 60s, many of whom are new to yoga entirely, some of whom are navigating perimenopause or menopause, managing arthritis, joint replacements, osteoporosis, or simply a body that doesn't move quite like it used to. My job isn't to get you into a harder pose. It's to help you move through your actual life: stairs, groceries, grandchildren, the floor and back up again, with more strength, steadier balance, and a calmer nervous system than you came in with.