Everyone has a story to tell. Everyone wants to write a book. Everyone thinks because he or she has a story to tell that he or she should write a book. What’s more, everyone with
My kids love to go to DisneyQuest, Disney’s Indoor Interactive Theme Park. Their favorite attraction is one in which they get to design their own virtual roller coasters. Lately, everything has made me look at
Pulses of rhythm dance through my spine Beats of a bass drum press in— to mine Nurture this moment of two to one The heartbeat entwined: gu-gung gu-gung Depths of perception of here of there
With nothing but the best intentions, I tried to post as much as possible to the Yow Dance blog during our Boston trip. In my mind, it was an opportunity we would potentially have only
Every day I walk out of my house, I lie. I strut as though my clothes are made of silks. My hips switch and sway and slap my silken svelte silhouette. Swoosh. Every day I
REFINE I would paint this life Multicolored angst, delight A dance with love’s cry RECOGNIZE You make me so proud When you tuck your face and sigh Recognizing “yours” RESPOND Breathe in ripened crops Sense
Rain collects and sits in silence. Absence. Belly rumbles and remembers. Embers. Thighs collapse and then collide. Surprise. Thoughts run free and compress, compact. Intact. Keep cool. Submit to time. Sublime.