Is yoga my cure all? My go to? My wonder drug? I am clearly not as cantankerous as I used to be before I took to the mat. Is it a product of my age or my love of the practice? Where did my inner bitch go? I don’t want to get crazy here because I can still throw a world class fit when my kids leave their wet towels on the bathroom floor, but I find myself doing it with the Ujjayi Breath, you know that long, deep breath that promotes relaxation and focus. That breath is the glue that keeps me together and allows me to deliver a slightly, less stressful tirade. No more Joan Crawford in my casa. Namaste darlings.