Dawn Scannell was my very first muse. Her near militant force of presence in the dance studio made me feel like what we could do together would be critically important. It helped me believe that my perfectionist viewpoint would be possible to manifest,…

I remember when I was in high school at NC School of the Arts, we spoke in terms of how famous we would be. We aspired to a vision of fulfilling the artist’s potential, as scale. How known will I be? A big, golden door would open and we would step thro…

On Sunday afternoons my dad used to watch boxing on a tiny black and white tv at the kitchen table. I’d argue with him about it because that was time I wanted him to spend with me. So I’d sit and watch with him and I’d have an internal argument between…

I used to be Resident Choreographer here. I don’t remember it. I remember thinking it was time to be done with it right around the time I was starting my own company. It was also around the time that Washington Ballet was turning into a unionized compa…

We are still allowed to walk. In a city like Houston, where people are generally more than 6 feet apart already, it seems unlikely that the freedom to be outside will go away in the coming weeks. It is not a walking city, but the streets are now more b…

The Austin, TX Fusebox Festival asked me to write an essay to include with the performance of sculptor and choreographer Magdalena Jarkowiec. Included are some studio images I shot of her with her fabric sculptures. A Smiling Giant It is very different…

Coming back to Houston feels like I never left …though coming back to most places feels like I never left. Living so much of life in an airplane makes everywhere feel possible all the time. Turn the corner and you are in Brooklyn. Get out of the car…

It is a common tenet of major religions that you surround yourself with the right people…people who can support your belief systems and not distract you from the path you choose. Whether you are religious or not, the people in your life can help you…

I had a panic attack for the first time when I was 26. I was sitting in a theater with my friend Olivia, watching a play at the school where we were studying acting. It was set up as theater-in-the-round and the seats were situated stadium-style in suc…

I feel like writing every week is this exercise of having something I feel embarrassed about, then finding all of the reasons I shouldn’t write about it, then becoming obsessed with that idea to the point that it would be impossible to write about anyt…