The Bio

Suzanne Selby Grenager is a seasoned writer and mentor with a gift for helping people see and be their most authentic, empowered Self.

A Barnard College graduate, Suzanne taught school in the Indian Himalayas and was NBC Scholar at the University of Pennsylvania’s Annenberg School for Communication. A former Philadelphia Inquirer education columnist whose work has appeared in Yoga Journal, she was an early Kripalu Yoga student and teacher and, later, an award-winning Kripalu regional leader. Certified in the body-mind Rubenfeld Synergy Method, Suzanne served for ten years as a life coach. Read more…

The Real Story . . .

School days

I grew up feeling like a frigging freak on Philadelphia’s old-moneyed suburban Main Line. The best thing about it was the private school my parents sent me to, to get me away from boys. The plan worked. There were no boys at The Baldwin School for Girls.

I soon made fast friends with Lucy Solomon, one of three Jewish girls in our class. I told my parents her name was Sullivan because even at twelve, I knew they’d prefer if she were Catholic.

Many of the Baldwin teachers were strong, in-the-closet Lesbians. They were committed to making sure we Baldwin girls used our brains to best advantage. My steely English instructors—Miss Stearns and Miss Burr—taught me to think by teaching me how to read and write smart. They helped me get comfortable being brainy and a girl at the same time. I’m beyond grateful.

From Massachusetts to Manhattan

I followed dutifully in the footsteps of my mother, grandmother and Auntie Babs and went to Mt. Holyoke College. It’s one of the once very WASP-y all women “Seven Sisters.” What was I thinking? I was thinking I was madly in love with a pre-med junior from nearby Amherst.

Still, I wept the entire way up in the car to Massachusetts that fall. I must have known that playing bridge, and being rounded up en masse at boozy Amherst frat parties—to beat Holyoke’s eleven p.m. curfew—wasn’t going to do it for me. I was right and the pre-med ditched me, too.

I transferred to Barnard College, Columbia University, in New York City and began coming into my own. Several affairs, a little pot and two years of useful, heavy-duty English majoring later, I got my BA and headed the next day for India. I beat the Beatles there way before it was cool. Read more…