I am a product of the arts. I was raised in dance studios and art classrooms as much as in my own home. I started dancing at four years...

As a dance major, you delve into more obscure and philosophical topics of conversation than an outsider might expect. You find yourself...

Reminiscence can be treacherous. In a time where external hard drives carry volume upon volume of family photos, the Internet acts as an...

Whenever I realize a change within myself, I feel I’m experiencing a unique brand of epiphany. It’s akin to that glimmer of excitement...

Rehearsal has an unwavering hold on the life of a dancer. Casting, learning choreography, setting formations, scraping everything only to...

I was recently witness to some incredible blasphemy. It was the sort that retains its initial shock value indefinitely, running through...

There are two words dancers abhor above all others. This single pair of syllables plops unceremoniously from the tongue, so heavy with...