To be a woman in L.A. involves upkeep. Just not during coronavirus

 <span class="copyright">(Tara Ellison)</span>
(Tara Ellison)

Alone in my bedroom, I’m Zooming my first Kundalini dance class and doing hip circles to get rid of the “emotional garbage” the teacher said is stuck in there.

It’s a good thing we’re all staying home and I have plenty of time to devote to this activity because, at 51, my hips have collected a lot of emotional garbage.

I’m tempted to chant the names of ex-boyfriends during the heavy exhales and pelvic thrusts, but my husband is within earshot, so I don’t. But all the hip swinging and arm flailing turned out to be more freeing than I had imagined. After 30 minutes, I felt as if I had blasted out at least a few deadbeat relationships.

I prefer to turn off the camera on my many weekly Zoom sessions because do I really need to see that much of myself? At this point in life,

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