When The Orange Spoke of Life

I just ate an orange. A cara cara navel orange. I now have strings from its flesh stuck between my teeth. This made me think of how an orange is (supposedly) a good thing. While I ate it, it was scrumptious. So, it was good for me and delicious. I now have these orange filaments stuck…

Free Woman

In the last four years I have taken a few African dance classes provided by the instructor of a local dance troupe. There hasn’t been a single time in which I felt confident enough, or most importantly free enough to participate and feel like I could dance. I have studied the regular dancers (by regular…