BY ERICA RUCKER Louisville Ballet Artistic + Executive Director Robert Curran is tired of cashmere sweaters. It isn’t the sweaters, exactly. It is what the sweaters represent. After finding himself on the outside of a long relationship and then experiencing the death of his mother earlier this year, Curran is reflecting on his collection of … Continued
Sometimes I don’t realize that I am missing something until I have it back—like when I loan Star Wars: Episode V to a friend and get it back months later and watch it and realize how much I had missed it. Or when Keith’s cheerful voice is at the other end of the phone line … Continued
“Do you want to go on an adventure?” he asked me after our second date. I did not hesitate with my enthusiastic “Yes!” We ran through the park, explored a hidden old beat up shed, and trekked through the woods. I was a child again—the world was hope. I was a teenager—my heart was restless. … Continued
My grandma and I used to play make-believe in her upstairs spare room. She would narrate, and I would act and dance. There was always a dramatic turn in the story in which I would throw myself to the ground in some sort of despair. Papa would holler up to us, “what in the heck … Continued
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