The fear sets in fast. In the pit of my stomach. Pop. I hear it again in my head. But I wonder if I ever heard it at all—or did I just feel it. Which is worse? I hobble off the stage and change my costume and start back to the wings to prepare for … Continued
Christmas is the best time of year. Every two years, however, Christmas takes a slight back seat to the Olympics. Just as I inherited my intense love of Christmas from my mother, I too have received her obsession with the Olympics. I can remember Mom carrying around her tiny eight-inch screen TV from room to … Continued
Words are a haven. A rest for the soul. A release for the spirit. Healing for brokenness. Words are power. Power to heal, soothe, forgive. Power to anger, rile, incite. Words can bring people to their knees—hurting, healing, rejoicing, rebuilding. Funny how sometimes the words not said are the ones that hurt the most. … Continued
January is a bittersweet month. Sweet because it is my birth month—and Christmas always goes until my birthday. Bitter because Christmas ends—and Christmas is magic. January is a Goodbye and a Hello. Time to reflect; time to look forward. January is sledding down the trusty old hill even though the grass is still poking through … Continued
Christmas is magic. It sweeps me away. Back to childhood. Joy. Innocence. Nutcracker is Christmas. It sweeps me away. Into imagination. Into a new world—but a familiar one. For as long as I can remember I’ve been carried by the magic of Nutcracker. As a child I would place costumes on my parents couch and … Continued
Most of ballet is fun. Like the music and the costumes and the pink slippers. Even the not fun parts like the sweating and sore muscles and remembering steps and corrections is fun. Christmas was the best time of year. And with Christmas came Nutcracker. And with Nutcracker came performing. But before you got to … Continued
I am always inspired by the ability movement has to express emotion. The way human bodies can be shaped, formed, and moved to embody a certain feeling or idea. The way limbs can speak stories—the stories of the soul. The ones too difficult to be translated into words. The ones that are often times beyond … Continued
Funny how much we can learn from children. How they can remind us how to love. How to look. How to laugh. Funny how they can see with their hearts and listen with their eyes. And their big wide gazes can penetrate those deep dark places we hide inside. The ones we’d rather forget exist. … Continued
Drosselmeyer’s Workshop Saturday, December 9, 2017 Saturday, December 16, 2017 Saturday, December 23, 2017 11:30 AM – 1 PM The Kentucky Center Join Drosselmeyer the toymaker and the children’s casts from The Brown-Forman Nutcracker for holiday fun and festivities at a pre-show party before each Saturday matinee performance of The Brown-Forman Nutcracker! Tickets are $25 per … Continued
My grandma was a quilter. Each stitch by hand. Thousands of tiny stitches, each piece of thread weaving a story into the blanket. Passed down from parent to child. Gifts at graduations, weddings. Newborn babies wrapped in the warm embrace of the colorful patches. If you have multiple colors in a quilt, one of the … Continued