The teacher turns his back to the class, and I realize this is my chance. Heart pounding in my chest, I dive out of my seat and begin army crawling the classroom perimeter, praying that the other students do not give away my position. The teacher turns back to the...
When my father died, I stumbled upon the slow, excruciating realization that we, as a society, did not talk about grief. As I discovered, such conversations were usually tucked away into shadowy corners, concealed by hushed tones and anxious glances—as if to avoid...
For most of my life, my bicycle was a source of joy and freedom. That set of wheels provided me with a sense of autonomy and fed my curiosity and need for adventure. As a kid, I rode my bike for hours up and down the street in front of my house. Even though it was...
When I think about my childhood, my mind gravitates toward memories of play: enacting detailed and dramatic scenarios with dolls and Legos, writing and illustrating stories, and pretending I was an explorer as I scrambled around in the woods behind my family’s house....
Y’all. Are you tired? I am tired! I am really feeling the bone-deep heaviness of the human experience right now. My soul is weary, my movements feel sluggish, and my mind is in overdrive. I feel stuck in the maddening vortex of doing too much and not enough...
In 2019, I signed up for adult tap-dancing class at a local dance studio. I had taken jazz dance when I was a kid, and while my mother told me I was talented, I was a C average. No shame in that. Even as a kid I knew I was not great. It didn’t matter that much to me....
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