Letter to my 15-year-old-dancer self
Dear 15-year-old Jorie First of all, it’s me or rather you from 10 years in the future. As I write this it’s 11:08 Chicago time, which means it’s just after midnight in Miami (not factoring in any futuristic travel time changes) so you’ve probably finally drifted off to sleep after coming home from dance (hip hop tonight, right?) eating dinner and finishing your homework. Algebra … Continue reading Letter to my 15-year-old-dancer self