Ten years ago I was living in NYC. I loved it. Good and bad, I loved every bit of it. Every blade of grass in the Sheep Meadow in Central Park. Every bookstore. Every pretzel cart. Every step stepped where history was made and interesting people walked before. Ten years ago I was pursuing the … Continue reading Leading Me Here
Recently, I was chatting with a friend about all that has gone on this summer. It has been an emotional roller coaster for many reasons including the birth of our second child in April, my emphasis on dance writing, the worrying about an unstable job in a challenging school district, the development of new dance … Continue reading The Summer of Awakenings
I do a pretty funny impression (if I do say so myself) of a favored former professor of mine, in which I circle myself for a couple loops as if casually chasing my tail, finally locating my final destination and carefully placing myself accordingly: 1st position parallel. Essentially, it is the same position I was … Continue reading Finding 1st
There are times I am astounded at the directness of my child and his ability to read my inner most thoughts. Last evening, as my son played with the strap on my leotard, he asked, "Mommy, why do you dance?" Yesterday was a rare day because if forced to comment, I would've said, "I don't … Continue reading Why NOT Dance?
A couple weekends ago, I bought a bar of soap. Not just any soap. The best smelling, most decadent, exfoliatingly brilliant bar of soap I’ve ever purchased (from the Olive Mill, in Saugatuk, in case you were wondering). When telling my husband about my love for this bar of soap, he said, “wow, and it … Continue reading A Love Clear and Simple
The beginning of the academic year always brings back a flurry of my own memories as a student. As an undergraduate dance major, I entered my program as a jazz dancer who watched modern dance, always thinking, “that is what I want to do. That is dance.” I suppose at that point of my training … Continue reading Little Boxes