Yoga Gold
For the past ten years or so, I have practiced yoga, with the emphasis on the word “practice”. I started taking classes at a wonderful studio in the Mission District of San Francisco, where I am pretty sure I was the only woman in any class without a “tramp stamp” emblazoned across the skin just above my butt. If you ever lifted your head during downward facing dog, you were greeted by a sea of ink from every tattoo artist in the greater…