Apology

I want to send a large apology to friends, colleagues, students, commenters on this blog, my faithful readers, even my kids--it is nearing the end of the semester and I feel I must cram into my students' craniums every shred of compositional wisdom that ever was or will be. I must begin teaching MLA citation big-time, over and over. I have told my students I would rather clean the catbox than teach MLA citation. But there you have it. If you don't know what I am talking about, you don't need to know. I will be under a pile of grading from now until May 22nd, so I may not be as attentive to emails or reply to comments. Such is the life of college instructors at this time of year. I promise to be more responsive when school lets out. I am not teaching this summer--I plan to dance, write, and work in my garden.

One woman came up to me and very sweetly said that she remembered me from many years ago, when I was very ill with lupus (actually came close to dying of it, but she didn't know that) and walking with the help of a cane (I had horrific bursitis in my hip them and could not walk without pain, so the cane helped me immensely to take steps). I have forgotten those days (especially today, when I did a full aerial spin, feet completely off the floor, landing easily and surely as a cat).

It was good to be reminded at how far I have come and how much work it took to get here, even though I honestly don't think of those past days much anymore. Dance and yoga were my paths to healing. I fully believe now that I will not die of lupus like my sister did, that my body wants more to be well than it does to be sick.