we are alive
After an intense weekend of competitive dance, including a back stage fire, we are grateful to be alive and out in the open air inhaling air and not hairspray.
my baby at a Detroit dance competition
I told her to purge the weekend of sequins and hairspray from her soul by performing her dances on the shores of Lake Michigan. She is so obedient it's hilarious.
both my babies
sweet william (I think)