Yoga's Bondage

Amy Levin:  For most of us, it’s hard to wrap our heads around yoga – yes, this thing everyone is talking about, but also the details about how it got here, where it came from, and what the big deal is. Yoga has become such a part of our vernacular, and yet we seem to stumble over describing it.
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Yoga’s Bondage

Amy Levin:  For most of us, it’s hard to wrap our heads around yoga – yes, this thing everyone is talking about, but also the details about how it got here, where it came from, and what the big deal is. Yoga has become such a part of our vernacular, and yet we seem to stumble over describing it.
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The Real Truth About Alien Abductions

The over-drugged and under-loved make their own way in the world, even when the FBI tries to make them forget.

By Marissa Kantor

Numbing the senses can be glorious. Just ask some of the members of Fellowship Place, a psycho-social club in New Haven for adults living with severe and persistent mental illness. You can always pick out the ones who have been fixed. Like a spade or neutered dog or a cat, they no longer feel urges. Larry shuffles across the dining room floor to grab a cup of coffee; Audrey slurs her words and one corner of her mouth droops; Teddy has slumped down in the blue vinyl chair and his head is bobbing from side to side. Sometimes they misplace the concept of personal hygiene. Their clothes are stained with coffee, spaghetti sauce, or other condiments, and they like to scratch themselves in public in what are considered “off limits areas.” They are, in technical terms, “overmedicated.”

At Fellowship, you can mark time by cigarette stubs on the patio floor; at the beginning of the month, the ashtrays overflow, while closer to the end it becomes difficult even to bum a stray Marlboro off someone. Today is Friday; I know this because in the front corner of the room, the Fellowship singing group is practicing… Continue Reading →