Script

Her words And hers And hers… They are a cage, always reminding me of what’s not there. My words And mine And mine And ours… They are a map: black and white instructions on how to escape, how to flip my sights from empty to full, how to live my life… Instead of hers and … More Script

Oil on Paper

I grasp the color between my thumb and index finger, light and flexible Glide the pastel against paper like it’s a skate on ice, smooth and curvy. An arch, a wave, swirl to the edge of the white it is sweet how my fingers move to calm my mind, breathing light back into shadowy strings I … More Oil on Paper

Down, Up

“Push down to go up into your arabesque,” Sylvia says. Instantly, I am hit with the universal truth that I’ve been denying. You need strong roots to stand against the elements of nature, it’s obvious, always in my face, yet my eyes have been avoiding this. I listen to her words and translate it to … More Down, Up

Twelve New Standards

As my year off, sabbatical, leave of absence, whatever you want to call it comes to an end, it’s hard not to look back and search for meaning.  When I embarked on these past twelve months, I was so sure I would be standing in a glowing white light of understanding and newness.  Some of … More Twelve New Standards

Empty Cavity

I saw inside my uterus today: A tiny black, empty cavity strong– like an upside down pyramid It stared back at me Showering me with daggers of hope and love and truth and relief A meditation of sublime serenity; I sailed on those silver saline waters Ever present Ever grateful Ever me I saw inside … More Empty Cavity

In the Middle

One rainy evening, after a hip-hop class, I boldly asked to my then artistic director her opinion of my ability.  For ten months, I had danced under her direction feeling less than.  I sat in the dim lobby on the long backless bench overlooking a modern dance class, heart thumping on my tongue and asked … More In the Middle

Cocktail Ours

A soft coastal breeze sweeps open the back of my eyelet crop top and I lean into the table fluttering my eyes.  Behind me, Miami’s city line hangs like Christmas lights turning the night instantly to magic.  I am surrounded by three friends whom I haven’t sat next to in years and they’re my blankie for the … More Cocktail Ours