My mother’s story
Why this site exists

Some things aren’t in the book, because you don’t learn them from a book. This is one of them.
A few years ago, my mother was ninety. At that age the real enemy isn’t any one illness — it’s stopping moving. The body grows cautious, the floor starts to feel dangerous, and little by little a person stops bending down and getting up. And whatever you stop doing, you lose.
I didn’t want to give her a yoga routine — she’d have laughed at me. I wanted to give her ONE single movement, so simple she could do it any day without thinking.
The movement was to bend down slowly, like someone setting a saucer of milk on the floor for a cat, and come back up. Again and again, gently, in no hurry. We called it that because the image changes everything. If you tell an older person “touch your toes,” they tense up and force the back. But “put the saucer down for the cat” is a kind, everyday errand with no final grade — the body relaxes, and that’s when it moves better.
The technical key is always the same: soften the knees — that protects the back — hinge from the hips, and go only as far as doesn’t hurt. A little, often.
This site exists to pass that movement on: so your mother, your father, or you yourself can keep putting your socks on unaided. The videos are short, they start seated, and they ask for nothing more than a firm chair.
“It’s never too late to start, and you’re never too old to keep what you already have.”