My life as a ‘None’ and other tales from the ranks of the unaffiliated and the agnostic
LIKE A LOT OF WOMEN OF A CERTAIN AGE, I’VE TAKEN UP yoga. And because I don’t go halfway on my clichés, I’ve done immersion yoga weekends, learned the Sanskrit names for various ways of being upside down and at least once referred to “my practice.” Someday I’ll wake up at an ashram in India only to discover that half the people there are from Brooklyn or some other stressed-out part of the U.S.
So it’s no surprise that when I went on vacation
