Ballet was an alternate universe. It was the complete opposite of what I experienced at school.
Once a parent, everything, everything, is being a parent.
We have to delay going home. There waits responsibility. And sometimes the parents are not so perfect with that kind of thing.
Confronting the intimidating chaos of life with my son and an introspective man at shul.
I've never understood the vast appeal of sex, flirting, and the like. Because of this, the world can feel confusing and strange. Still, I hesitate to label myself "asexual": the term seems too clinical for my freewheeling spirit.
