When I danced, I would choreograph everything in my head. No movement, just stillness. I’d sit on the floor and stare at the long, straight slats of wood and imagine the placement and motion of tiny dancers. Now, I write while standing, walking, hurrying to the next appointment.

PACING THE MOON (Flutter Press, 2009)

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