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

Imperfectly!

Swimming in a sea of perfection I swallow it down drowning in chlorine She’s better He’s better they’re all better What am I? Right left right breathe in right exhale exhale exhale “it’s humbling,” she says expecting to be perfect the first time in a new pool after an injury I look and remember grateful … More Imperfectly!