Meeting
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“I want to be the mom.”
“I want to be the baby.”
“Hey, I want to be the baby!”
“You’re always the baby! It’s my turn!”
“What about if you’re both the baby? I can have two babies!”
Such were the meetings of my childhood. For some reason they felt ever so much more important than many of the meetings I’ve had as an adult.
(Though if I could meet with these three? With magic falling from the sky? Now that would be a rockin’ meeting!)
Snapshot from My Studio: May 05, 2015 at 05:11PM
Embarkation
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The year I matriculated at UC Berkeley, I was so ready to go to college. I’d spent a “gap year” living at home, dancing 4 1/2 to 6 hours a day at a private dance studio, and butting heads with my mom.
My parents and my older brother helped me pile my belongings into our 1976 orange VW bus (with orange shag carpet!), then the four of us drove across the San Francisco Bay, to my new home in the UC Berkeley dorms, where we unloaded and shlepped all of my stuff into my room.
Like a chick being pushed out of the nest, I was ready to fly, but I was also scared. My stomach churned with that unique blend of excitement, possibility, and holy terror of the unknown.
