Photo by Leon Macapagal | Design by Delia Brett This story is a reflection on memory and meaning — not a statement of blame or injury. My family and mentors offered great love and support; the feelings described here belong to an inner journey of learning how to walk my own path. I can still see myself there — a small girl, maybe five or six — sitting stubbornly at the end of the driveway. I had a little red rucksack, tied to a stick like the hobo in a storybook. I’d filled

Remember When You Danced Just Because? Think about children — how much freedom they express with their bodies. They spontaneously break into song and dance, jump up and down, spin until they become dizzy and fall to the ground laughing. They scream to be swung, tossed, lifted, and flipped in the air. Begging their parents: “Do it again! Do it again!” That was you once. So what happened? Ugh. Too much “adulting.” Too many responsibilities. Too many stresses.Not enough time. No