Each place I have visited sparks a completely different kind of inspiration that I always feel compelled and motivated to bring to my work, either in movement, writing, or even in the kitchen. However, because of this fast flush of information and motivation that comes with each journey, the process of landing back home becomes a little bit more difficult to navigate.Read More
Due to the fact that in just several hours I will be hopping on a plane, beginning to make my way back to Minnesota for the holidays, I am going to keep today's post a bit shorter, but still nice and sweet.
Let's talk about books and cake.
There is something about this season that gives me the strong urge to keep a book nestled on my lap, a mug of coffee in hand and a slice of something sugar-laced and delicious balanced on the couch cushion nearby.Read More
It is pretty amazing how sometimes when I am walking around the streets of Tangier, I’ll pass by a freshly washed store-stoop and the smell of that particular cleaning detergent all of a sudden sweeps me back to the basement of a friend’s home in Minneapolis where we used to play with American Girl dolls all afternoon. The smallest scents, sights and sounds have the ability to send me time-traveling and hit with a wave of homesickness.Read More
This week I launched happily and (somewhat) gracefully into a new year. 25. A quarter of a century. While I have never been and never hope to become one of those people that hates birthdays, I also have in recent years tried not to expect too much from them. I mean, nothing can beat having a pirate-themed birthday party when you are 4 and get to decorate your own wooden treasure box filled with candyRead More
I took a dance class while I was in Stockholm the other week and in the middle of executing a leg-heavy improvisation exercise, the guest artist stopped the music and told us something that I have been thinking about ever since. She prefaced with how she understands that sometimes when we are doing an improvisational task like this in dance, it can be difficult to stay balanced and maybe once in a while we fall, a foot slips or we make some sort of mistake.Read More
The funny part about working a steady part-time job and having everything else freelance, floating up in the air, is the uncertainty and constant surprise of which projects are going to be pulled down from the sky, take over your life and when. After a summer-full of gathering up movement inspiration and working towards certain dance goals, suddenly here I am in November, sitting sedentary for half of the day, writing frantically, exercising nothing but my mind, and dancing strictly during the classes that I teach a measly 10 hours out of each 168-hour week.Read More