It’s 1993, I am five years old. I’m in a school playground, standing in line ready to return to class. It’s winter so I’m wearing Read more >
“I remember responding: ‘well, I think it’s 100% practice and 100% theory’.”
First of all there are the invitations. (Flattering approaches to be part of some one else’s ideas). The invitations that I didn’t think Read more >
I am calling it: The elimination of compulsory struggle from the work of dance.
Well this has never happened before. I seem to be outnumbered, in a dance studio, because I’m a woman. I’m helping out a friend in Read more >
“One door closes, another opens, that’s what they say, right?”
Last night I was driving with my sister and her fiancé. We were stopped at a traffic light when, suddenly, out of nowhere a young Read more >