The Art of the Pivot I remember being at basketball practice in middle school and being taught the art of the pivot. One foot firmly planted on the ground, the ball protected on my back hip, I swiveled, my free foot searching for the opening that would let me make the pass. It’s many years…
Learning to trust myself by learning to dance After a few years of adventuring overseas, I found myself at home in my parents’ house in my hometown in the midst of a tricky divorce. This is not my beautiful life, I often thought in those first months at home. Between working and being a single…