Nine years old. I was in the only ballet studio in town taking my weekly class. We had to keep our legs up as high as we could for as long as we could. By the time the teacher said we could go home I was shaking. I grabbed my purple dance bag and walked […]
The end of a new day now old. Darkness comes and slowly envelops us until we think it might never be light again. But then the sun rises and it all starts over. But it doesn’t have to be the same.