The Girl Who Loved to Dance

I remember the nightgown, a long, flowy white number that made me feel beautiful. At 7 years old, I was shy, quiet and extremely sensitive. And I loved to dance. I remember spinning around and around in my living room, arms spread wide, full of bliss. Autistic and stimming, though

Make Ready: The Mechanism of Transformation

Ten years ago this August, I'd been all but bed bound being sick for three months after having my last baby. I started to feel well enough to venture, so Rob and I walked outside in the yard. As I stood beneath the green elm tree that had