For someone who has spent more than the past three decades engaged and enthralled with bodies, and with the silent guidance and...

Here in Michigan, during the past few weeks, we’ve experienced variations on wintry weather including biting January winds, snowfalls, and a sense of frozenness that would lull us into believing that all is still and lifeless. A time in which, bereft, we might somehow doubt that anything living might ever return. But it’s here, at this midpoint between winter and spring, that that which has died, invisibly, generously gives way — yielding in support to new birth in the coming

I had begun this writing, actually, earlier this fall, at the click of the door behind my husband and I as we left from having dropped...

Threaded throughout my life as an artist, I have spent much of the past three decades as a dance/movement improviser. Both in rehearsals...