I think I this week I finally came  to some sort of acceptance about the dumpster fire horror show that has been 2020. I have started to ...

So today, on Father’s Day, I am writing about my father Xavier Lucena.

My life took a huge turn for the better four weeks ago when the Colchester Burnham Library opened up for curb side pick up. In a remarkab...

Protesters are trying to teach us that the centuries of brutality suffered has to stop. Institutional racism is so deeply rooted...

This may be the saddest week in United States history. In the truest sense, apocalyptic...

And this is where the confusion comes in; how to proceed? How does a company of young dancers move forward? Our mission is to...

Just as I am recovering and taking baby steps towards teaching and dancing again, the world is opening up; I am congratulating myself on ...

There is no stopping my mom. As a matter of fact, I am surprised that my mother is not an alternative definition/ image for indomitable...

The wily virus had made a stand, my fever spiked, and I was frankly physically and emotionally miserable. And then, a little magic...

This week has been a study in relativity. I have not taught a class with students since mid March, we are a mere 6 days from May...

There is a light, I can laugh again. I get a little winded ,but I can laugh again. I have discovered an endless appetite for misbehaving...

Well, we made it through another week, and it was a doozy. I keep thinking of Eugene Levy groaning in abject frustration, “What a week I’...

For over a decade I have been working on collage inspiration journals. Quotes are written in frequently, filling in blank areas...

Well, it’s been an interesting two weeks. Instead of performances, class and teaching, it is spring cleaning all day long and...

I am always saying I wish I could stay home and do nothing. No classes, no teaching, no choreography, no meetings, no people... well...

It had been an emotional roller coaster for me early in the week. More troubles with my mom, a sad anniversary of loss, anxiety and fear...

I am one of the lucky ones. for twelve years I went to a school that celebrated girls, encouraged...

The gift of this time has been that Jeanine and I are closer than we have ever been. We are in touch nearly every day...

It takes a real acceptance that we can control who we are, what we do what and what we contribute to any given situation...

To say I loved the process of getting ready for the Nachmo event this past Wednesday night is a massive understatement. So often words are..