Once upon a time I lived next to a cotton field in a small town in North Carolina. My hearts desire was to finish college, be a well-trained dancer, and heal my heart from a laundry list of broken-hearted moments. I graduated from the University of North Carolina at Wilmington with a B.A. in philosophy and minor in psychology. I later moved to NYC where I was a part of Broadway Dance Center’s Summer Professional program. Upon my return from two years of adventures in NYC and later LA, I was knocked face first in the reality that I was losing my brother to drugs. Randall lost his job, his car, his marriage, and his kids all in less than a year. Within a year in a half he lost his life.
Randall was dealt a crappy hand of cards. Part of his cards were also in my own hands. People don’t start drugs for no reason. Where he chose lust, drugs, and death, I chose art.
My work as a dance artist, as a writer, as a filmmaker (coming soon) are the works of a woman who went through some rather terrible times and yet still lives to share the beauty in the balance of life. That balance is simple in that it is complex: It is both good and bad, wondrous and mundane. We live; we all will die. My brother’s ending was that of a tragic Shakespeare play. Neither my nor your life seems to be quite over yet. May we live well and honor the memory of those who couldn’t.