poser my life in twenty three yoga poses

The yoga aspect is merely a framework for the story she wants to explore. This book helps her sort out her messed-up childhood, but doesn't help the reader do much.

Dederer and her husband live in Seattle and are raising 2 kids organically, etc. This book had a lot of promise, but turned out to be yet another gen-X memoir of a 70s childhood and current angst over being a parent/wife/woman in the present after all the promise and expectation of equality. Witty and heartfelt, sharp and irreverent, Poser is for anyone who has ever tried to stand on their head while keeping both feet on the ground. Poser is unlike any other book about yoga you will read-because it is actually a book about life. Yoga seemed to fit right into this virtuous program, but to her surprise, Dederer found that the deeper she went into the poses, the more they tested her most basic ideas of what makes a good mother, daughter, friend, wife-and the more they made her want something a little less tidy, a little more improvisational. Daughters of women who ran away to find themselves and made a few messes along the way, Dederer and her peers grew up determined to be good, good, good-even if this meant feeling hemmed in by the smugness of their organic-buying, attachment-parenting, anxiously conscientious little world. At the same time, she found herself confronting the forces that shaped her generation. Over the next decade, she would tackle triangle, wheel, and the dreaded crow, becoming fast friends with some poses and developing long-standing feuds with others. Told to try yoga by everyone from the woman behind the counter at the co-op to the homeless guy on the corner, she signed up for her first class. Ten years ago, Claire Dederer threw her back out breastfeeding her baby daughter. In flagrant defiance of my longtime policy of never entering a structure adorned with Tibetan prayer flags, I removed my shoes, paid my ten bucks, and walked in. The only spot of color came from the Tibetan prayer flags strung over the doorway into the studio.

The studio was decorated in the style of 'Don't Be Afraid, We're Not a Cult.' All was white and blond and clean, as though the room had been designed for surgery, or Swedish people.

Poser my life in twenty three yoga poses