Control Issues

The music stopped and he let out a sigh, obviously not happy with his performance.”Have you done this before?” he asked. “No.” This was, in fact, my first-ever official waltzing lesson. “But you’ve danced before…” “Well, yes.” “I can tell,” he said. Was he complimenting me on my skills on a dance floor? My seventh-grade…

Therapy

This morning at the Folk School the blacksmiths pounded steel and the woodcarvers gouged bowls. The cooking class fried stuffed peppers and the rug hookers dyed wool.  Where was I?  Lying on my back staring at the clouds – doing “cloud therapy” as my writing instructor called it. It was while watching wispy clouds flow…

Dressing the Part

“Oh – look at your pretty toes!” she said. I smiled as I looked down at my Merlot-colored toenails.  They hadn’t been out in public in quite some time.  No, it wasn’t the beginning of summer.  This was last week.  Weather-wise, we are still in open-toed shoe season, but here at the Folk School I’ve…