Maybe I Should Dance
BY UTTARA VALLURI On a damp July evening back in 1994, I walked hand in hand with my grandmother who, if my memory serves me correctly,…
BY UTTARA VALLURI On a damp July evening back in 1994, I walked hand in hand with my grandmother who, if my memory serves me correctly,…
BY MARIA WALLINE I can’t identify one specific event that caused me to stop dancing. Over the years, a series of factors came to a head…
BY WIEBKE SCHUSTER I’ve only ever tried to run away from home once. I can’t remember what caused the upset that bubbled up in my stomach,…
BY JESSICA ARMOUR Pigeon toed. At seven years old my mom decided the best cure for my turned-in feet was ballet. What started as one night…
BY MELANIE BECKTEL Ever since I was a small child, I have used dance as a medium to communicate, often just with myself. The moment I…