The Worst Gift I Ever Received

The worst gift I ever received was a blue velour top. It wasn’t because it was blue or because it was velour. In fact, I loved the soft, plush feel of 1970s velour on my body. Even though this sweater wasn’t royal or navy, my favourite shades (it was somewhere between...

Evolution of a Girl Writer

Girl writer When I was a young girl, I loved words. In first grade I thought the word “girl” was so cool because you could spell it “g-i-r-l” OR “g-r-i-l” and it could mean a “young lady” or a “barbeque” and grownups had to figure out what you meant. You could just...

You Are Not Too Old, And It Is Not Too Late

You are not too old and it is not too late. These timely words from poet Rainer Maria Rilke branded me almost viscerally the first time I met a woman I’ll refer to as Dorothy. It was 1998 in Salt Lake City, where I was a dancer in a showcase performance of sacred...