Last Monday, I spent the morning at my desk, openly weeping for my fellow humans. I read through the updating news reports on the Las Vegas mass murders, my sorrow and anger compounding as the the political and racial implications
Slow Grind By: Carla Hopkins Surrounded by a writhing sea of undulating women, bathed in a magical combination of red light and the glow of a full moon, I am acutely aware that participating in the rise of
My Dance Process: I dance every day. I dance on my own. I dance when I go out. Every week, I dance to prepare for my Dancehall Hip Hop Class, and then I dance in class. I dance in my sleep!