Why Do I Dance

I always get ask the basic question of “why do I dance?” I dance because I have something to share, not to prove to anyone …

Coffee, Please

Coffee. A smile. A facade from the disrespect. My eyelids bolted shut. Shutting out the past. Past tense. Before. Before you left, the smile was …

The Value In The Solid Irish Goodbye

Ah, the Irish goodbye. In polite society it’s wrong, but I reject that notion. We, as a society, underestimate the power of the Irish goodbye. …