My step-father died last year. During the nine months we cared for him, secrets, addiction and dysfunction obliterated my nuclear family.

Without words to express myself, I turned to the place where my feelings have always been welcomed… the dance floor. I am grateful to Mica, Brenda, Melissa, David, and Jonathan.

Eternally I am grateful to dance… for holding space for my grief. For not asking me to analyze everything or get over anything.

Sometimes the only way to break free of your demons is to dance with them.