Stuck in the lull of time between the end of Christmas and the beginning of another new year, I pieced together a puzzle I found in a Little Free Library. I was leaning over the kitchen counter, making sense of the heaps of like-colored shapes I sorted when I got a text from my mom. … Continue reading Tethered
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Tuesday morning
“You’d be the first dancer to complete the program pregnant, but I believe you can do it.” I believed I could do it too, I was a strong dancer. I imagined the audience, mouths agape, watching my pregnant body express stories through gestures of modern dance - my torso, my limbs, moving through space, through … Continue reading Tuesday morning
Angela Mason 