Suzanne Morrison

Suzanne Morrison was a 20-something wisecracker with a smoking habit when she left Seattle in the winter of 2002 for a Bali retreat and found herself "stranded on an island, among piss-drinkers." That two-month trial of health-through-urine did not, happily, end her personal journey. The fun of her new book Yoga Bitch (Three Rivers, $15), which first took life as a solo stage show in 2007, lies in the way its author never lets go of her association with either of the two words in the title. Subtitled "One Woman's Quest to Conquer Skepticism, Cynicism, and Cigarettes on the Path to Enlightenment," this Bitch isn't afraid to arch an eyebrow at the "airy-fairy horseshit" and "yogier-than-thou" attitudes anyone is bound to encounter when reaching for spiritual consciousness. But Morrison is spiritual and she does reach . . . well, you'll have to read the book to find out what her version of enlightenment entails. Or follow her blog. Or catch her in person tonight. Self-promotion can stretch a soul as much as downward-facing-dog. (With Nicole Hardy and Tina Rowley.) STEVE WIECKING

Thu., Oct. 6, 7 p.m., 2011

 
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