Nostalgia, Purpose, and Change

Nostalgia, Purpose, and Change

As the election season has dragged on this autumn, I’ve found myself falling back in time to that time four years ago when the wheels of change were starting into motion for me. My personal life was in extreme upheaval in ways I can hardly describe. The actual week of the election I was still trying to juggle my full-time job as the managing director of a dance company while also conducting a storytelling residency at Virginia Tech. The residency was to lead to a culminating event for the ten-year anniversary of the shootings the following spring.

Joy Comes with the Mourning

Joy Comes with the Mourning

On their first date, my grandfather nearly made a drastic mistake, telling an off-color joke about squirrels to my grandmother. Even though she was quite the prude, she chose to look past his Navy boy ways and focus on the handsome blue eyes. Thank goodness, and probably thanks in no small part to my grandfather, she loosened up over time.

That Tingle

That Tingle

My fifth grade class. When I was a little girl, we used to play this game at slumber parties called Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board. One girl would lay down and pretend to be dead. The rest of us girls would sit around her body, one at the head. Sometimes...