The last two mornings, I discovered the joy of feeling my heart break and heal simultaneously. I walk around now with the bits of blood and cardiac muscle tissue of another's embedded in my heart, bits of mine in his.
I am a dancer, choreographer, dramaturge and voice teacher. I speak 6 languages badly.
When my son was 6, he said
"My mom makes the best crème brulée.
She smells really nice.
She has a good sense of what to wear.
She likes to go to the beach with me.
She makes me feel safe when she's around me.
She's the best mom ever."
He is now 18 and makes better creme brulee than me.
I wish I was funny.