It's been a year since I (re)started ballet at 30
It's been a year since I started ballet at age 30 with little more than a handful of bad habits embedded into muscle memory. Here's what a year of ballet has taught me.
disability
Why I Wear A Mask Even If No One Around Me Does
In this blog post, I try to answer the question that was posed to me the other day at a ballet studio, "why are you still wearing a mask?" While the question was not asked kindly at the time, I decided to answer that same question here, as if it had been asked in good faith.
For My Patrons 🔒 : Don't Touch My Wrists (Second Draft)
This March, I share with my patrons an attempt at a short piece of autofiction (fictionalized autobiography). My goals are to experiment with polyphony and scene transitions between overlapping memories.
The Privilege of Small, Ordinary Discomforts
I'm writing about chronic pain today, because the last six months have brought about some big, big changes, and it's been a lot to take in.
Weaving a dragon tattoo
This is a promise that nothing that has come before now has ruined my body. This is a promise that when I can't help hating my body: it's okay. And not a sign that I am defective.
A brief history of pain
Recently, a friend of mine and I were discussing our various health issues, and
commiserating how it's slowly, over the past decade, infected everything in our
lives.
Like a small shadow that hangs