At Our Best

For three summers (and now a fourth) I have become addicted to "So You Think You Can Dance"--with fault, I disregard the commercialism and consumerism. But then there are beautiful moments like this one that illustrate our potential as expressive, creative, passionate beings.

Back Baby

I had such high hopes for producing posts daily--and then a couple of days pass, and then weeks, and then a month passes and my mortality reappears to me, mighty and unmerciful. But I have excuses. It's the end of the school year: papers to grade, exams to create, an entire room to declutter. And in May I co-directed a production of Mary Zimmerman's masterful play, Metamorphoses; the overwhelming (but wonderful) experience sapped all of my time and most of my mind. And my second son had his one-year birthday party. And my oldest son is his amazing energetic tiring self every day.However, undaunted, I think soon I shall stoke this blog wild.