The dancer's den journal

I am many things. A mother. A wife. A lifelong learner. An educator. A choreographer. A mentor.
At the heart of every role I have carried is one constant. I am a dancer.

Curiosity has always been one of the most important qualities a dancer and educator can possess.

A dancer is never only one thing. Within every artist lives a collection of experiences: the student who once searched for belonging, the performer who learned vulnerability, the choreographer who discovered storytelling, the teacher who found purpose in guiding others, and the lifelong learner who continues to ask questions.

There is something beautifully complicated about watching your child fall in love with something you have loved your entire life.

I was fourteen years old, standing at the edge of what I believed could be my future.

1991. Six years old. Pushing splits on a cold tile floor. I can still feel it in my bones.

Dance was my first love. Not my first hobby. Not my first extracurricular. My first love.

In Northern Ontario, it's not unusual for childhood to revolve around an arena or a dance studio. Either way, you learn early what commitment looks like.