Climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro

In the midst of the positive thoughts that occupy my spirit and my mind, there exists a gnawing sensation letting me know it is time for something different to happen. I begin to think: “Something” is a vague word, so I must figure out what it stands for. “I need to go home!” I hear…

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…