A Love Story

In summer 2011, I first saw her dance.  She performed this crazy, falling over, throwing herself all over the place solo dance and I was smitten.552752_446029158763965_1563544160_n

A year later I invited her into our rehearsals.  She accepted.  I breathed a sigh of relief.

She came to rehearsal with no incentive and no promise of performance and worked her butt off.  She learned everyone’s steps from the back of the room and bravely stepped in when she was asked to.  As we probably all know, understudying is one of the hardest things to do well (both mentally and physically).  She did it with grace, skill and happily.  We all liked having her around more than a little bit 🙂


In August I was short one dancer.  I was making a short work that needed an even number of performers (duets) and I texted her VERY last minute.  She gave me an enthusiastic YES and I was tickled.

As that show closed, she stopped me in theater.  “I want to be in the Leopold Group.” Welp, that’s the biggest compliment a dancemaker can get – a dancer whom they respect wants to dance their dances.

This is the story of how I fell in love with Cara Newman.  And we lived happily ever after.

The End.

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I’ve done a pretty crappy job of pacing myself this winter.


2014 has already brought about Archipelagoa week-long research trip to Ballet San Jose to watch a mounting of an Ohad Naharin work called Minus 16, a performance at the Pritzker Pavillion, and a residency/performance at Oakland University wherein we taught classes, set a work, and performed ourselves.

In the midst of all of this I had grand blogging plans.


I wanted to write a blog about the amazing week leading upto Archipelago, wherein new friendships were born and Packy (our musician) confessed to finally “getting” modern dance and then (on our last day) participated in warm-up – hanging upside down from Matthew McMunn’s feet.

I wanted to write a blog about my mind-numbingly awesome week in San Jose where I played the role of scholar successfully and watched a beautiful dance be born again.  Where I observed, studied, and noted an amazing audience participation section and then was chosen to participate in rehearsal and couldn’t find a way out of the awkward picture that I knew I was painting.  I was both the object and the observer and it was gloriously frustrating.


I wanted to write a blog about Vision, Faith, & Desire II (which I’ve lovingly subtitled, Back in the Habit), wherein beautiful dancer/choreographer Annie Beserra graciously took on my solo  Aftermath. I wanted to write this blog about ‘firsts’ – Annie was my first choreography teacher ever when I was a Cherub  (a summer program) at Northwestern and Aftermath was the first dance I ever made (in 2004 at the University of Michigan).   Worlds collide!

I wanted to write a blog about our crazy, sleep-less week at Oakland University wherein we taught, rehearsed, and performed all day and then stayed up all night in a playroom hosting tea parties and staging baby dolls in the bathroom to scare whomever was in the shower.

I suppose when my life is full, my blog is empty 🙂  Thank you for your patience in my digital absence.  And take a deep breath with us as we gear up for one more spectacular show to end this crazy marathon winter – Witness, March 28-30. (and then we’ll all nap for a week.)

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