My Boys

Friday was the last day of classes for the semester at the dance school where I teach. My charges are all pretty much the most adorable things ever, and they bring a lot of joy and humor to each week. I teach 6 short classes a week, 5 of them are hip-hop classes for boys, and one is ballet and tap for girls. All of my days are different, with various rehearsals, classes, administrative work, freelance writing, all finely balanced in order to make this artist-life possible. I like all of the work I do, (actually love most of it), but teaching those little munchkins brings something to my days that the other stuff doesn't. The kids remind me to marvel at the world, to ask the first question that pops into my head about whatever subject I'm randomly thinking about, and to make up wild stories about Silver -Surfers rocket-mobile with no middle or ending, just because it's fun. Mostly, they remind me to laugh. I mean, look at them. Adorbs.