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It’s an experience of confusion and disempowerment, leaving me unable to orient.

I turned 49 on New Year’s Eve and my family lovingly asked, "What do you want to do for your birthday?"

Jumping out of a plane, capsizing in a boat, leaving home for a year at 15

I've been performing since I was about five years old, which also happens to be when my parents divorced.

I recently returned from an artist residency in upstate New York.

It is now March, but I’m still recovering from last month. February was not for the faint of heart.

What I really want is to be drowned in loud music I can feel in my organs and I want to dance and sweat until I can’t move anymore.

Greetings from my desk in my living room, where the fall colors outside my window are golden, brown and light yellow.