I remember my surprise when I first discovered that one of my friends wasn’t Jewish. I was twelve; I thought everyone nice was a Jew. My public elementary school closed on the Jewish holidays; even my 3500 student L.A. high
I’m blessed to be a dancer
Dance is an extraordinary practice. It is immediate, authentic, undeniable. The dancer is present only in the now of this moment. And while dance-as-aesthetic may limit participation, dance-as-community is as old as culture itself. Everyone can dance, and at Rhythm
New Publication: Our Collective Dream
This is my personal story of the Carnival Cafe, a collective restaurant my friends and I created in Boulder, Colorado in 1972. I was living in a tipi at the time. I probably should have my hippie picture up for
Misty and Nora
We saw Misty Copeland (that’s her below) dance Giselle on last Friday night in New York. It would be hard to find a more generous, beautiful, open-hearted performance. Her technique was incredible, strength, precision and expression. Although watching her should be the
New Publication: A Lesson of Love
I have a new essay published, in the online grief magazine Still Standing, about grief and love and how long it took me to figure out which was which after Eva died. Find it Here.