Ballet

  • Ballerina

    I was a ballerina in a past life. Of course, I can’t be certain. But as I look in the mirror, lift my arms, tilt my neck— I know this place, this grace. And sometimes I wonder why. Continue reading

  • The White Swan

    The soft girl drifted away from the ballet and felt the air fall around her like silk. It was a wonderful twenty-four hours, one of the rare occasions that my husband and I leave our children in the capable hands… Continue reading