If you've ever seen me in person you'd know I don't have a body for ballet.🩰 But that didn't stop my college bestie from getting me to join a ballet class with her in Freshman year. I couldn't get through the first chassé without 🤭 giggling (at myself) and calling it quits. (In my defense, Bras in the 80's just weren't as supportive as they are today.) Thirty-plus years later, having worked in dance, founded and operated my own presenting organization, and coaching artists, some of...

My dog knows when I'm planning a trip. 🐶 I know this because he gets into something nearly lethal every time. This time: compost. Which means that instead of leaving a perfectly healthy dog, I leave a dog who has the runs.💩 But even in these moments, instead of stressing, I do something I've learned to do pretty well . . . I engage other people to help me create a revised plan. I do it just as much for myself as for the kid-in-charge—this time, my 18-year-old son. Because here's...

It's so easy to forget who we really are. Today is the eleventh anniversary of my husband's death. For at least three years before he died, he began forgetting himself. Addiction bonded with his fear and, well, two against one just aren't fair odds, as hard as he tried to find his way beyond it. It's remarkable to me that it's possible to disavow ourselves from the brilliance that is the truest expression of who we are. It makes sense, of course. We've all experienced it to some...